This is what happens when you list Principal Needham’s house for sale, just to make Clint Holgate laugh. Now, you’re planning an impromptu open house. You’re lining a table with plum tort, vanilla bean cheesecake, and buttermilk-brined fried chicken. You don your mom’s best herringbone suit and light jasmine-lavender candles. Now you’re chatting up sweater-clad suburbanites, in way above your head, and Needham’s on his way. You get a scolding, weeks of detention, and you’re grounded “indenitely,” but it’s all worth it when you find Clint outside, leaning on his truck, and that smile.