Crap! I don’t want to spin this thing first! I get away from the table and pointedly look at my nails and readjust my new black vest.

“Oh, looks like Kate has lots of secrets,” Miguel laughed. “Are you afraid of sharing with us your weird sexual fantasies?”

“Hey!” Chris started to defend me again.

“Go to hell, you freaking bastard,” I flipped Miguel off, “Your issues are way worse than ours.”

“Guys, let’s keep calm,” Emma asked for the hundredth time and raised her hands up.

Oh, I’m so sick of her!

“Maybe we should also say a prayer, ask your god to get us out of here,” I suggested sarcastically. “No, let’s decide who will sit at that table first and start spinning this stupid wheel, okay? Chris, why don’t you go first?”

 “I’m not going,” my ‘boyfriend’ said.

“What? Come on!” I was surprised. “Mike? What about you? Oh, no, feels like Mike is going the last: that’s whose mind is pretty messed up.”

“Listen,” the jock, in whose head there is no room for anything else except for the box and the gym, answered me, “Don’t cross me again.”

“I thought you were always cross.”

“Kate, please,” Veronica said, “Don’t make matters worse.”

“Oh, Veronica, you know that there is no use telling me what to do,” I laughed. “Besides, I’m drunk and on the verge of everything, so if someone starts to simmer me down right now, they will make matters worse. Come on, somebody sit at this table already!”

At this moment instead of a smiley face appeared a new image: there were ten heart emojis[1], put horizontally, of various colors on the same white background. A couple of seconds later they turned into nine emojis with pictures of different flags. I just took one breath when the image changed: now there are eight different sweets.

“Are they kidding?” Veronica yelled, looking at seven animal emojis.

“Is that some sort of a countdown?”

By that time there were six money emojis.

“What will happen when the time is up?” Chris asked Ayama.

There was no answer, only five emojis of sport balls appeared on the screen.

“What will happen when the freaking time is up?!” Chris asked loudly, thinking that Ayama didn’t hear him.

It was silent again. That’s a friggin’ game! There were four emojis of monkeys, making different gestures.

“They will start murdering us!” Veronica said and burst into tears again. “No, I don’t wanna die!”

Oh, no, she is being hysterical again!

“Stop talking about murders and deaths!” Mike shouted.

“Mike, please,” Sam defended her. “Try to understand: she’s feeling terrible right now.”

“It drives me crazy, all of it!” continued the boxer with no brains. “Just sit at this freaking table someone! Now!”

While we were fussing around there was only one emoji left on the screen; it was a smiling poop.

“That’s not funny at all!” Veronica screamed.

At the last moment David looked around and headed for the table to get there in time. Plenty of little party poppers covered the screen, and there was a sound of clapping.

“Geez,” I said quietly and removed a small amount of sweat from my face with my finger.

Next Chapter: 15. David