I hate Saturdays

I hate working Saturdays. I hate people my age. I hate flirtatious jocks. I hate couples. I hate it all!

"Yo bartender! Another pitcher for the table." Called an obnoxious hockey player. I don't know which one it was but it doesn't matter, they are all loud mouth muscle heads.

It was after practice and Pandemonium seemed to be their choice of hangout today. Normally it's the basketball team, but it looks like they were beat. I nodded towards the laughing and chatting group gathered around several tables while I grabbed a pitcher from under the counter. Filling half way with ice then using the tap to fill it with part Sprite and part cherry juice and a splash of strawberry rum. Raphael loves pushing the law, and of course I do my best to put as little alcohol in underage kids' drinks as possible.

"Here." I said setting the pitcher on the table as I grabbed the now empty one. At the table sat several of the most annoying hockey players, Jace Lightwood, and his small redheaded girlfriend -I think- Eric something-or-other, Sebastian Verlac, and Zeke -I can't remember his last name.

"Always so helpful." Zeke smirked and grabbed my ass.

I slapped his hand away, as I put on a sour smile. "Wanna try that again, and you'll be dealing with my boss."

"Feisty." Zeke chuckled going to grab again.

"Leave her alone Zeke." It was Mark Blackthorn, sitting in the booth right behind the pervert. He was half kneeling half standing grabbing Zeke's wrist stopping his wayward act. Mark is probably the only jock that I can stand, he's respectful and doesn't act like a pompous ass.

Zeke pulled his arm free and crossed his arms over his chest like a sulking child. "Whatever."

"Thanks." I smiled to Mark as I brushed my hair from my eyes. "Can I get you guys anything else?"

Mark's mismatched eyes sparkled slightly as he smiled back. "I'm good, thanks."

"Hey!"

My smiled dropped and I had to suppress the urge to groan and stomp away.

It was Jonathan in the middle of Mark's booth, a girl on either side of him, and his devilish smile in place. At least he was sitting over there instead of with Jace, dear god that would be asking for hell.

"Yeah." I replied putting a hand on my hip.

"Get us a bottle of wine." He ordered and the girls giggled.

I forced back the harsh words I want to answer with, reminding myself that I was at work and not at home. "We don't serve wine."

His smile broke and he was glaring at me. "What bar doesn't have wine?"

"This one."

"Hard cider?" He inquired.

"No."

"What the hell. Fine give me a beer." He groaned leaning back in the booth.

"What about us?" The blond girl whined at him, while the brunette pouted.

"I don't care, order something." He said sounding annoyed.

"Shirley temples." The blonde cheered and the brunette nodded happily.

"Coming up." I sighed turning back for the bar where Raphael was pretending to clean off the counter. He was watching the hockey team and their friends awfully closely.

"Two virgin Shirley temples." I said as I sat the empty pitcher aside and grabbed a beer stern and began filling it with a light beer.

"Virgin?" Raphael asked but he was already making the drinks.

"They don't need their judgement impaired anymore. It's ditz-city over there." I said matter-of-factly. I grabbed a small tray and sat the beer on it, then Raphael placed the red drinks on it.

"Aren't you caring." He smirked as I lifted the tray and balanced it on the palm of my hand.

"You know me better than that, Santiago." I laughed as I made my way back over to Jonathan and his bimbos.

"Enjoy." I said serving the drinks. The girls hummed happily and Jonathan only stared at his beer like it might bite him. Stuck-up rich boy.

"Thank you Mira." Mark said even though I didn't bring him anything.

I smiled at him. "No problem." He's always so kind.

"Is our studious captain flirting over there?" Called Jace and the whole team laughed. Mark's face turned red as he looked down at his hands.

"So Zeke can't touch but you can?" Sebastian teased and the laughter rose again.

I have a hard time controlling my tongue, and this was one of those moments. I stomped over to the annoying table and slammed my hands onto it, rattling the ice inside glasses, and causing the wood to creak. "Seriously you guys are so annoying. How many of you here are actually with a girl?" Jace smirked as his arm went around his girlfriend. "Yeah and how many times have you two broken up? God you guys annoy the hell out of me. All of you. Grabbing my ass, flirting, laughing at your teammates. Assholes, all of you!" I growled clenching my hands into fists as I straightened my back.

The redhead under Jace's arm jumped to her feet leaning across the table glaring at me. "What do you know? You're just a bartender. You have no right to judge any of us!" She shot back.

"So I'm just suppose to stay quiet while they all treat girls horribly and let me tell you your boyfriend is no different. Kissing Penhallow behind the library last week and god knows who else." I returned fire.

The angry green eyes moved away from me and to Jace who looked nauseous and refused to meet her gaze. That sent off a chain reaction, the redhead slapped Jace and pushed her way out of the booth and out of Pandemonium. Jace chased after her and his team stared after him with snickers and wide eyes. I started to make my way back to the bar where Raphael was silently laughing his head off. Tears were forming in his eyes as he slapped his leg trying to stop his laughter.

"Was it really that funny?" I asked setting the tray back under the counter.

"It was, and then some." He chuckled straightening his spine and wiping at his eyes.

"And you owe me twenty bucks." Lily said stepping out of the kitchen. Her blue hair was pulled into a bun atop of her head and she was carrying a tub of clean dishes.

"Were you two betting on me again?" I hissed.

They smiled at each other then looked back at me as Raphael took a twenty out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"I thought you would last another hour, guess I was wrong." He said as Lily kissed the money then slipped it into her apron that looked just like mine.

I sighed and slumped against the counter with my face in my hands. "Why am I the source of your entertainment? Can't you just get cable TV installed instead." I grumbled.

"Because your heart is always in the right place but your mouth just can't follow." Lily giggled as she patted my shoulder.

I didn't move. My anger still boiling under the surface along with the slight embarrassment that I just yelled at a bunch of boys that were still in the room probably talking about me. I hate Saturday.

"Umm, Mira?"

"What now?" I groaned looking up to see Mark. Not at all who I thought it was. I figured it was Sebastian or Eric trying to be funny, but not Mark. Oh god I probably embarrassed him. What guy wants a girl defending them. He's probably here to tell me off. Saturdays! "Sorry. What did you want?" I said quickly, trying to amend my rudeness.

He stepped closer to the bar, and I looked beside me to see Raphael and Lily trying to eavesdrop. "Can we talk when you get off work?" He asked in an even tone. Was he mad? He hid it well if he was?

"Y-Yeah. Is this about earlier? I'd apologize if I was sorry, but I'm really not." I said gripping the edge of the bar.

Mark quirked a smile. "It is but you don't have to apologize. They deserved that. They are annoying little brats."

"Oh... Then yeah. I get off in two hours." I said feeling my cheeks flush.

"I'll wait for you then." Mark said with a kind smile then made his way back to his team.

I stared after him in shock. Did that just happen? I couldn't believe Mark just asked that of me. . . Is Jonathan glaring at me again? I thought to myself as I looked around Mark and the others, and sure enough Morgenstern was glaring at me with black eyes and a crease in his brow. What did I do to him? I yelled at everyone in general.

I shook it off and turned my attention back to work. Or tried to. Lily and Raphael had closed in and were caging me against the bar with devilish looks on their faces. I leaned away from them slightly concerned for my safety, and sanity.

"Was that a date invitation we just heard?" Lily hummed wiggling her pierced eyebrows.

"No." I answered slowly. Was it?

"I think it was." Raphael chuckled turning away and heading to the kitchen.

"It so was. Gosh high school kids are so cute." Lily giggled wrapping me in one of her super tight and unexpected hugs. My face was squished into her cleavage and I struggled to get free.

"Back to work!" Raphael ordered from the kitchen and Lily dropped me.

She returned to stacking cups and glasses under the counter while I went to the broom across the room. As I began cleaning I thought about what my idiotic boss and manager said. Had Mark asked me out on a date? It would be my first time for anything like that to happen. I started to get excited. I peeked at the hockey players, they all ignored my presence except Mark who shot me sweet smiles when our eyes met, and Jonathan whose hostility was emanating like a black cloud. I ignored him. Mark had caught my attention, and Raphael and Lily had me curious about his invitation.

Maybe Saturdays aren't so bad.

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