"I mean, unless you're gay?" I lifted a brow, then sucked in a breath. "Oh my god, you're not gay, are you? I didn't mean..."
"I'm not gay," he assured me.
"Straight?" I asked next. "Not that you have to tell me, I just realized - "
"Rain!" he said, sounding both exasperated and amused. "I'm not straight either. I'm fae."
"Ok?"
He looked at Aspen like he was confused, then back. "Being straight or gay isn't common for us."
"Pansexual," Aspen told me. "Almost all of us go either way. I mean, Torian and I both like girls, but that's kinda like a gay human, you know? It's considered weird to actuallyhavea preference for gender."
"Oh."
Ok, they'd told me that, but not the same way. This time, it actually made sense. Granted, I'd learned a lot more about the fae lately. Becoming the Morrigan did that to a person. I still had a ton of questions, but it was all starting to feel like it finally made sense.
"Wait..." I said as the implications of that hit me. "Torian's straight?"
"So he says," Wilder assured me.
"And Aspen's a lesbian." I giggled once. "And I'm bi."
"Just like a fae," he said, nodding like that was a good thing. "So, who's your date for tonight? Aspen said it would be exciting."
"It's just Keir."
My girlfriend giggled right on cue, making Wilder groan. "Of course it is," he said. "Means Torian's going to be annoying all night."
"Not my problem." I went to find my shoes, grabbing a hair tie when I came across one. "What time is it? Keir should be here at nine."
"Five after," Aspen said.
"He's late," Wilder added.
"Giving her time to get extra pretty," Aspen countered.
"Or dealing with his asshole of a suitemate," Wilder said. "You heard about the thing in the cafeteria, right?"
"No," I said.
"Yeah..." Aspen muttered.
"What happened?" I found my shoes and dropped my ass onto my bed to put them on. "I'm guessing it was a big deal?"
"It was Fin," Aspen said. "Nevaeh is powerless, so Fin enticed her. Like mental mind control, right? I guess Keir and another sentinel saw it and put a stop to things."
"Then Baby Hawthorne tried to stand up for her," Wilder pointed out.
"Who?" I asked.
"Poppy Hawthorne," Aspen clarified. "Ms. Hawthorne's daughter. I guess she's like three-quarters fae? Her dad's half, her mom is from Faerie, so yeah. She's an eleventh grader."
"A junior." I nodded to show I was keeping up.
But Wilder was shaking his head. "Because we have the Advanced Placement thing, we tend to call those of us in high school by the grade number. Juniors and seniors are college rankings. Makes it easier."
"Really?" Ok, that kinda made sense.
