The Wheel

6. Kate

What a bastard that freaking Mexican is! I stormed out on the porch and ran after him. That wily asshole with a never fading smile on his face is a pretty fast runner!

Where did he go? Damn, if Emma sees that video she'll never help me again with analytics – a class that she signed up for just like me! Luckily, this naïve nun is not the only one that helps me studying, my ass did a pretty good job, too, helping me get the highest points for lots of classes: it's a good thing that in our university the majority of the professors are men.

I'm looking at the plants and trees in Chris' garden and trying to make out that moron Miguel. Where is he? Ahead of me, afar off, David and Emma are going my way, discussing something. Without fully realizing what was happening, I quickly hid behind a tree.

"I still think I should transfer to another university and move," says David.

"Didn't you choose architecture?" answered that dummy Emma. "In our university almost all specialties are taught quite well."

"You don't understand," David insisted. "I feel bad during the lectures, I feel bad when we go to the movies with the guys, for example. I just wanna leave this city forever."

"What's so bad about Chicago? You were born and raised here, weren't you?"

"Yeah, but I can't stand it. I wanna live somewhere where nobody knows me."

"It happens sometimes. How is Beth doing, by the way? Is she feeling better?"

At that moment I felt that somebody was standing behind me. I'm going to kick this moron's ass!