a group of friends

It all started on a warm summer day. You joined a small group of friends. There was one girl and two boys. Rita, the only girl in the group, invited you. She simply didn't want to be the only girl in the group. You and Rita had been in the same class for six years. You always thought she was a little strange, but you agreed anyway. Soon, you were added to the group chat.

"Hey, new girl!" Max wrote.

“Nice to meet you,” added Miron.

— By the way, newbie, we're having a sleepover. Want to come with us?

You agreed. The next day, you approached Miron's apartment—that's where the meeting had been arranged. Rita opened the door. The apartment was dark: the main lights were off, and only a lamp in the living room was on, casting a soft purple glow. You started playing spin the bottle. The rules seemed strange: if the bottle pointed at you, you simply hugged, but if it pointed at someone else, you had to kiss them.

This struck you as unusual, but you decided not to pay it much attention. After that sleepover, the boys started acting very strange.

“Yul, I don’t understand what’s going on,” you said to your best friend.

"Try to find out. I'm really curious to see what happens next," your best friend replied.

With each passing day, you walked with them more and more often, but more and more often you asked yourself the same question: “Is this really a strong friendship?”