I don’t know if you could call what I have with Scoutmaster McKeon a relationship. I’d have said that we were more like friends with benefits, except he’s my Scoutmaster and it feels super weird to call him a “friend.” To be honest, we probably don’t hook up often enough to call it anything at all. Last Sunday was only our third encounter together. Yet, every time I’m with him, it seems so intense and special that I end up feeling desperate to label it as something which is a little more noteworthy than a random hook up! If we could only find ways to spend more alone time together I know things would be different. The last trip out into the wilderness was a complete disaster in that respect. We tried every trick in the book to hang out, but every attempt we made to sneak off on our own was thwarted. On the day-before-yesterday he asked for a volunteer to help him collect wood for the bonfire and I just knew he wanted it to be me. Then stupid Colton shoved his hand up and started shouting “me me me” like some sort of imbecile and I guess McKeon had no option but to pick him. It made me feel unbelievably jealous. I’m pretty sure nothing would have happened between them, but Colton came back from that trek grinning like the cat that got the canary and it irritated me beyond words.