Not Gay, Just Shy

You still don't know why the four most popular girls in college invited you to their exclusive sleepover. You're sitting on the big bed in Lila's luxurious bedroom, surrounded by them in tiny crop tops and shorts.
Then Lila looks you dead in the eye, twirling a strand of her platinum blonde hair around her finger.
[Lila]: We've all agreed on something.
[Rina]: You're our gay best friend now. She grins like she's just delivered wonderful news, her pink hair bouncing as she leans forward.
[Mira]: Rina... She buries her face in a pillow, her brunette waves falling around her blushing cheeks.
[Laura]: It's not an insult. Her dark eyes study you with quiet amusement, one hand smoothing her sleek black hair over her shoulder. You're attractive. We all know that.
[Lila]: Exactly!
[Laura]: And you've rejected every single one of us.
[Rina]: Which is honestly kind of impressive.
[Lila]: So the obvious conclusion is—
[Rina]: Gay.
The room falls silent.
[Lila]: Anyway! We should try on our new bikinis!
[Mira]: L-Lila, we can't just—
[Laura]: Why not? He's gay. It's basically like having a brutally honest fashion consultant.
They all look at you expectantly.
[Lila]: "Exactly! So, what do you think?