The Wheel

3. Michael

What a shitty day! Not only I drove everyone here but I also have to go pick up food and beer! Am I their personal driver or a servant or what?

As soon as I parked the car I saw this slink Miguel heading my way with his friggin' camera.

"Do you need a hand, Mike?" he asked, almost poking his stupid camera into my face.

"Take it away from me, you dumbass!" I pushed that moron.

The device fell out of his hands and hit the ground. Miguel was surprised and then lifted it up and began to inspect it. At that moment he looked like a five-year-old whose toy got broken: it seemed like he was about to cry.

"Hey, don't you wanna apologize?" he asked, vexed.

"Why would I? Is your camera broken? No, it's not broken and it works. Stop bugging me, do me a favor."

"Fine," he turned around and went away.

Finally Miguel left me alone! He pisses me off so much! He just can't stop laughing every day and every hour! He drives me nuts!

I got into the house and heard stupid club music in the living-room, where almost everyone was dancing like a bunch of idiots; I went to the kitchen and left a case f beer and the bags with snacks. Everyone comes up and grabs something without even saying 'thanks'. Hey, do they see me at all?

"Oh, Mike, thanks for bringing my favorite crab chips," I heard Emma's quiet voice through the noise.

At least someone bothered to thank me. I simply smiled at Emma, went to the living-room, sat to have a little rest and because of the heat started to pull on my red T-shirt.

"Chris," I shouted.

That party thrower was talking to his whore Kate and didn't hear me.

"Damn, Chris!!!"

Finally he turned around and came to me.

"What's wrong?"

"Where is the remote for the air conditioner? It's so freaking hot inside the house and outside of it."

"Chill, Mike, just don't yell!'"

"Are you going to tell me what I should and shouldn't do?!" I lost my temper.

"Wanna get out of here?" this braggart asked. "Wanna take it outside? Come on!"

I was about to say 'yes' when Emma approached us and gave me the remote.

"Please, let's not pick any fights today," she said calmly.

"Thanks," I took the remote and switched on the air conditioner. "It would be even better if you turned the music down!"

Kate tapped the screen of HomePod several times and it got quiet in the room.

"Happy now?" she asked grumblingly.

"Yes," I answered in the same manner.

I leaned back on the expensive leather armchair, put my fingers on the forehead and stroked my short dark hair. Why did I agree to come here?!