Heather scoffed and preened. “Me? Never. I just want to meet him. Is he cute? What’s his name?”
“Darren Peace.”
Mike—a lanky six-foot tower of scrawny ginger teenager in the middle of an awkward growth spurt—blinked. “Seriously?”
“Um…yes?” Jayden frowned.
“You know Darren?” Heather prodded.
“Peacemaker, sure. Didn’t know he was gay, though,” Mike said and whistled lowly. “Damn. Who knew?”
“I’m sorry, you actually know this guy?” Charley interrupted.
“Yeah, he’s in my German class,” Mike said. “He’s really gay? You sure, mate?”
Jayden reddened. “Pretty sure,” he admitted, and Heather giggled. But Charley narrowed her eyes.
“I mean,” Mike held up his hands. “To be honest, I always thought he was kind of…asexual or something. He’s not into girls, anyway. So I guess…I’m just saying you wouldn’t guess. Charles, don’t get pissy.”
“Is he closeted?” she demanded of Jayden, and Jayden shrugged.
“Kind of,” he admitted. “Not, you know, really, but he’s not really told people.”