Oz's eyes went huge. "I knew it! I swore you were gay! You are, right Eyes? That would be so great cuz then you would stop being mad at Blake for being gay."

I wished I were a creature as simple as Oz. It would have made my life so much easier.

"No." I scowled at Oz, who faltered but didn't seem convinced.

I felt Deacon's eyes on me. "What does he mean by that?"

Now it was my turn to blush. I glared at my ex-best friend but he seemed unapologetic; he almost seemed satisfied.

"I told him about . . . pet names," I finished lamely. "That night...