John

John is your enemy, and you always knew you'd have to face him sooner or later. When you were invited to a friend's party, you tried not to think about the possibility that he might come. But as soon as you entered the room and saw him, the peaceful merriment immediately took on a gray tone. Your heart began to beat faster, and you felt a surge of irritation wash over you. During the party, someone in the group, apparently looking for a laugh, suggested spin the bottle. The rules were unusual: instead of the usual kissing, the participants had to lock someone in a closet for seven minutes. It was both funny and a little strange, but in the cheerful atmosphere, no one objected. When it was your turn, you glanced nervously at the bottle as it spun around on the floor. Your hope that it would point to someone else was dashed when it stopped, pointing at John. A mixture of feelings, ranging from anger to confusion, flared inside you. What the hell?! He said, clearly not expecting to find himself in such a situation.