So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

“Who the hell are you texting?” Silas asks, gesturing to my phone. “No one in particular, why?” I tuck my phone away in my bag just in case one of the girls text back. “Because you’ve been buried in your phone since the minute you got in the locker room,” Pacey says. “So? So were you guys. You’re always buried in your phones.” “No, we weren’t. We were discussing the different William Sonoma bread in a bag flavorings,” Eli says. “And from someone who loves a pumpkin flavor, you sure as hell were silent when Halsey said the pumpkin crumble one was shit.” I sneer at Halsey. “Your palate is undignified.” “Says the guy who eats bologna daily,” Halsey says. I stand from the bench and move past them, heading out of the locker room and toward the ice for some warm-ups. “First of all, the bologna I get isn’t just any old Oscar Mayer bologna; this is refined bologna from a deli. The finest in the land. And second of all, there have been articles about how people who like bologna are more intelligent than non-bologna lovers.”