To my distress, I watch my kind of crazy ex-girlfriend sit down in front of me. Her face always seems too serious nowadays and she looks miserable to me.

"Talk about what?"

Mitchie's head is down and her thumbs are twirling around one another. "I… I…" her voice is suddenly softer than it was when she first walked up to me. "The reason we broke up."

Oh no, not this. Why doesn't she just forget about me? It's like she loves me more than she did while we were together. "Fine," I say as I shrug my shoulders, "Why don't we discuss why you suddenly act like you're obsessed with me."

Her face scrunches up. "I don't-"

"Yes, you do, Mitchie. You're always acting depressed around me and when Tess tried to be nice to you, you still hate her and you expect me to believe that it's because we became friends."

"Well, why couldn't we have just stayed friends?" Mitchie starts to actually get defensive rather than stuttering and moping through every word. "I don't care that we just broke up. I'd rather have remaining feelings for one of my friends instead of no friends at all!" After she realizes what she's said, she recoils and her head hangs down in embarrassment.

No friends? What is she talking about? She has plenty of friends. "What happened?" I ask.

"Before camp started, but after we had picked our cabins, Caitlyn got this boyfriend and I swear I didn't cheat on you with him but that must have been what Caitlyn thought. At first, she was so infatuated with him. Ditching me to hang out with him, texting every second of every day, freaking out whenever he was caught talking to another girl-no matter what age they were. Anything a regular high school girl would do with a new boyfriend. Then he broke up with her and she suddenly stopped talking to me along with Peggy, Ella, Lola and anybody I've ever been friends with at this camp. Caitlyn must have told everyone whatever weird rumor she thought. Now everybody despises me."

It's impossible to know what to say to Mitchie's story. "I'm sorry," I say but I want to comfort her somehow after I assumed this entire thing was about me and called her over dramatic.

"But, Shane," she says, "That's not what I came here to talk about." She leans into the table and I, confused, lean in too. "Have you ever been with Nate?"

My cheeks go hot and my heart beats faster than a hummingbirds. I know exactly what she means but I just want to avoid anything about the subject matter. "What do you mean?" I fake a perplexed look on my face.

"Shane," she whispers, "Are you gay?"

"No," I say hesitantly. "Um, I mean… yeah…"

Suddenly, everything that could possibly go wrong goes through my head like a bullet. What if Mitchie thinks this is because of her? What if she's still mad at me and tells the whole camp? What if she tells my parents? What if she tells the press! For all I know she could have never told me that she's a conservative Mormon who believes I'm tainted by the devil because I like guys.

"Okay," she says uneasily, "That's all I wanted to know." She stands and as she starts to walk away, I stop her.

"Hey, Mitchie." Her head turns and I tell her, "Good luck… with Caitlyn and all them."

A smile widens slightly and she replies, "Good luck to you too. With whoever."