"Do I look like a gay guy to you?" I asked worriedly, peering into the mirror in the bathroom. Yes, I was hiding out in the bathroom, talking on the phone like some teenager desperate for their parents not hear about the boys they liked. Hang on, that's not a good analogy in this situation. I mean, desperate for their parents not to hear about the hot girl in their English class. Yeah, that's it. Anyway, I was holed up in the bathroom with the shower running, talking on my mobile. The reason I couldn't talk in the open? I was talking to David. Parker's brother. Understandably, David was not on her good list at the moment. And I knew she would see this phone call as a betrayal. She takes herself a bit too seriously sometimes. I didn't see how her loyalty could be towards her brother's girlfriend, Maura, rather than the boy she'd grown up with. If the Lowes had just been your average family, maybe it wouldn't have mattered too much. But the son of Lord David Lowe Senior can't put a foot wrong without the media leaping on the story and splashing it about the headlines. And neither can his daughter. Ever since being photographed slightly "the worse for wear" (to quote her mother), outside a London nightclub, Parker's been careful to stay out of the public eye. Unfortunately, her brother hasn't managed to do the same.

"Logan!" David snapped. "I have bigger things to worry about than your looks."

I sighed. "We'll get back to that. Ok, explain yourself."

"It would have been ok if they hadn't found out." He whined.

"It would have been ok if you hadn't done it at all." I retorted, while still looking at my self in the mirror. Did I sound gay?

"If Belinda had just kept her mouth shut, rather than telling all her mates in a damn pub, right behind Glenda Stone, Maura would never have found out!"

Glenda Stone, gossip columnist extraordinaire. She was the one to break the story about me and Parker, which earned her eternal hatred from my reserved girlfriend. This was only going to make it worse. Envisioning yet more evenings ahead where Parker would moan about the woman, I went back to studying my reflection. Did I act gay?

"And then of course Maura confronted me," David continued. "And I couldn't lie to her face. And besides, Belinda probably would have told her too, and then it would have been even worse if I had lied about it. And I tried to say it didn't mean anything, but she didn't believe me!"

I was astounded at how much of a spoilt brat he sounded. He was in the wrong here, not the rest of us. "Look, I better go." I broke in. "I've been in the bathroom for a while; I don't want her getting suspicious." I was even more astounded when the sound of sobs came over the line.

"I love her, Logan." He gasped between sobs. "I need to get her back."

"Sometimes that's not enough, David." I said as gently as possible. "I better go."

Out in the hallway, I ran into Parker. "Do I look gay to you?" I demanded.

She sighed. "Logan if you looked gay to me, we wouldn't be dating. You've asked me that question every ten minutes for the past two hours. Now get over it."

She shoved past me into the bathroom. Deciding it was best to leave her alone I wandered into the den.

Kristy, Stacey and Shannon were sitting around chatting. They looked up as I walked in, then continued their conversation.

I tuned out and glanced over Kristy's bookshelf. She had a lot of sports books and not much else. As I pulled out Jack Brewster's biography, I was jerked back to the conversation at hand when Shannon asked me why Parker had come rushing over from the UK.

"Her brother…" I started tentatively, knowing how mad Parker would be about me spilling her family's business. Then I shrugged, figuring that in the big picture three more people knowing didn't really matter. "He cheated on his girlfriend. And Parker's parents are well known over there, so it was all over the magazines. Especially because Maura's well known too – she's represented England in track. And she's a lot more popular with the public than David, so he's getting some pretty bad press. And a lot of them were asking Parker for comments and she just wanted to get away from it I guess."

Stacey looked up with interest. "Is Maura mad?" she inquired, sounding surprisingly hesitant.

"Well, yeah. Her boyfriend slept with her best friend. She's pretty angry."

"Have they broken up?" Stacey continued.

"I think so." I replied. "David didn't want to - he said it was meaningless, but she didn't believe it."

Stacey paled. "He said it was meaningless?" She repeated. "Then why would he do it?" She sounded over sensitive to the whole issue, seeing as how it concerned people she'd never met before.

Kristy interrupted then. "I think it's pretty stupid of her to dump him like that." She said scornfully. "It takes two to break up a relationship, just like it takes two to make it work. She should have given him another chance."

Stacey looked at Kristy, looking slightly less upset than before. "So if someone cheated on you…" She said tentatively, "you wouldn't dump them?"

"Not necessarily." Kristy replied.

"And what about the woman he cheated with?" Stacey asked, as if the question had far more meaning then she was letting on.

Kristy laughed. "I would hunt them down and kill them."

Stacey paled. Standing up hurriedly, she disappeared out of the den.

The rest of us looked at each other, mystified.