So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

think that he really did get his dick sucked.” “Of course he did,” Silas says. “Just look at his stupid grin. The only time I’ve ever seen him grin like that is after a wild night with a woman and when he tried ground mustard with his bologna for the first time.” “He’s right,” Pacey says. “That grin is reserved for two occasions.” “The question we now pose is . . . who was it?” Silas asks. “Great question,” Eli says. “Could be a random . . . could be the assistant.” “It’s not the assistant,” I say, maybe a touch too quickly and a touch too defensively. “Don’t even suggest that.” “Whoa,” Pacey says as he looks around at the boys. “Just a joke, man.” “A joke that’s not funny,” I say. “He seems pretty defensive,” Silas says. “Very defensive,” OC adds as he leans in close to me and takes a sniff. “He doesn’t smell like he’s lying, though.” “What the fuck does that mean?” Pacey asks. “Gross, dude,” Silas says. Eli points back and forth between OC and me. “The more you two hang out, the more you start to act like each other. I don’t like it.”