*ARRA'S POINT OF VIEW*

"Touch me, and you die," I growled, crossing my arms over my chest. "So don't even THINK about it."

"Aw, why~? Are you sure~?" Gavner purred. That idiot... "I can handle Larten, if that's the problem." I glared at him. How much longer do I have to stay in this closet with this bloody idiot?

"Yes, Gavner, I am. I'm also sure that Larten's probably freaking out right now..." I said, the last part coming out as a mumble. Gavner's hand crawled up my thigh, but I punched him in the jaw before he could move it. His big head flew back and hit the head.

"You never listen! Touch me again, and I'll get Larten to drag you're unconscious body out of this closet."

He sat up straight and put a hand to where I punched him. But he didn't look in real pain. "First Kurda punches me, now you? I guess I'm not a people person..." God, he's so ignorant!

The next two minutes were silent, the only noise coming from outside the closet. Suddenly, the closet door opens and Darren appears, telling us that our time's up. Thank the Gods!

"Worst seven minutes of m whole live," I muttered, taking my place next to Larten (who was glaring at Gavner).

*LARTEN'S POINT OF VIEW*

If Gavner did anything to Arra, he's dead! But, by noticing him rubbing his jaw and mumbling something about "punches," I'm sure he didn't get too far. "Did he do something to you, Arra?" I asked, urgent for and answer. She smiled and put her and over mine.

"He tried, but my fist had a meeting with his jaw before anything happened," She responded.

"Let's see who goes next, shall we?" Darren announced. But before anything could happen, Seba got up and made an announcement of him own.

"I'll be going, now. I'm sure none of you want to be stuck in a closet with a old man like me." With that, he got up and left. I glanced at Darren. His face was slightly paled.

"Uh, okay, let's hurry, then." Darren gripped the bottle in the middle and flicked his wrist. He released it, and the bottle went spinning. When it stopped, it was pointing at... Kurda. Kurda stared at the bottle for a bit, and then went in the closet with a slight smile on his face.

Darren better not be the one who has to go in the closet with Kurda...

Darren spun the bottle again, and we all waited for it to stop and reveal the next victim. The bottle eventually slowed, and then came to a stop. I tried to keep a clam expression when I realized that it was pointing at me. I glanced up from the bottle, noticing how everyone was looking at me.

I sighed quietly and got up. Slouching my shoulders, I made my way over to the closet and entered. Let's hope nothing happens.