“What’s that?” she asked. “Um … I’m playing this game?” “You’re playing a computer game while I’m talking to you?” “I’m listening!” Wes said. “You were telling me about Trish, uh, writing something on the school wall —” “She wrote it on Tabitha’s locker!” “That’s what I meant.” “And she got caught.” “Oh yeah?” Beep. She hung up. He called back five seconds later. “Sorry,” he said when she picked up. “I turned it off.” “I should feel honored?” “June …” “At least you got my name right.” “I wanted to talk to you about something.” “Okay, sure. Hang on a sec while I boot up World of Warcraft.” She didn’t actually have World of Warcraft, but it was the only game she could think of. “Yeah, right,” he said. She disconnected. What was happening? Why was she so mad at him all the time? And why was he playing a computer game instead of listening to her? Her phone went bee-boop, the incoming text message sound.
