What's wrong?" Gary asked me later that night and I glanced guiltily at Ron. There wasn't much light at all, but we were close enough that it didn't matter.
It had started raining shortly before dinner and after eating quickly, everyone had gone to their tents. Gary had changed the assignments that first day, swapping me with some chubby boy named Kirby. Ron shared his tent with some other kid, but he'd come around with his big smile and of course Gary had let him in, and that only made me feel worse.
"It's not his fault," Ron said before I could answer. "Smokey feels bad cause we fooled around today."
"Oh yeah?" Gary looked between us and finally settled his eyes on mine. "Are you okay, Smokey?"
"I kind of, um..." I swallowed hard. "I like you a lot, but I didn't mean to..."
I couldn
