Hockey Game

Luck was on my side that night as I snuck into the Morgenstern loft. Jonathan wasn't there and I managed to make it to my room and lock the door without being skinned alive by the devil. Though I didn't get much sleep worrying about Jonathan breaking down my door to steal my soul, and the surprise kiss from Mark. It was just so sudden and out of the blue. I never thought that Mark would be so forward. By morning dark circles had formed under my eyes and my concern for my own safety was overpowered by the worry that Mark would try the same thing tonight after the game.

I was walking into the kitchen when I received an order. "Make me breakfast." Jonathan was laying on the couch fully dressed and his signature smirk in place. I jumped back into the kitchen startled and preparing for his charging wrath, but it didn't come.

"Breakfast?" I said leaning against the half wall that separated the two rooms. What happened to him last night? Is he no longer mad?

"I want eggs, sunny-side up, and bacon, and orange juice. You better get started or we'll be late for school." He replied casually flipping through TV channels. I was at a complete lose. This was very un-Jonathan-like, especially after what I did to him last night. He's the King of Revenge, and I've come to accept that I'm at the top of that vengeance list along with Jace, but I don't know what the issue is there.

My commonsense was with me today. I didn't stop and question his sudden mood-swing and why he wasn't on me about yesterday. I just made him his breakfast, and my own then rushed to get ready for school. He didn't say anything else as he ate, and like usual he was gone before me. I don't know what made him change his mind about his revenge but I sent a grateful thanks to the gods above.

School ticked by too quickly for me. I was hoping for a day that seemed to never end, so I could brace myself before seeing Jonathan, or Mark again, but my luck seemed to wear out with this mornings Heaven sent blessing of my life remaining in-tacked. I still had several hours to kill before the hockey game started but that didn't seem to help because I some how got sucked into a group of girls that were also going to the game. Of course the group was orchestrated by the ever popular Isabelle Lightwood, she's also in my year and I don't like her all that much. With Isabelle was Clary Fray and Maia Roberts- who I guess was just tagging along, but actually hated hockey. There were many others who I didn't even try to remember their names. They were all giggling and comparing the players like eye candy. I curse the Annoying Bastards that suggested to Isabelle that she bring me along. They will feel my unholy wrath later tonight. I swear it!

We were just leaving the restaurant we had used to kill the time until the game, it was a Chinese place that was apparently run by Clary's soon-to-be step-father, who wasn't even Chinese. The only positive of going there was that I learned where Bat worked, and we spent a few minutes talking before he was called back to the kitchen. I hadn't talked much with the girls and I was happy that they didn't talk to me, at least I was until we started for the school.

"So Mira, is it true that you're dating the captain?" It was Isabelle, Queen of Gossip. God did she annoy the hell out of me.

I was ahead of the group wanting to put distance between us, but I paused as I looked back at the pale, black haired beauty of the eleventh grade. "No I'm not. Who even said that?" I replied without any change of expression. Most girls I've seen would have gotten worked up of flustered but I didn't see the point if it wasn't true.

Isabelle smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she looked to Clary who was standing just next to her. The group had stopped walking to watch our encounter. The redhead returned the smile her freckled cheeks turning even more red and not from the cold outside.

"It's a pretty big rumor going around the school; The Forever Single Hockey Captain Has A Girlfriend." Isabelle said it like a news article title.

"Who ever started that clearly doesn't know what they're talking about." I said turning my back to them and started walking again. "I hate rumors, they only cause trouble for the ones involved. I wish people would remember that."

"Hey!" This was Clary. I looked over my shoulder slowing my pace. "What's with the cool girl act? It's really annoying."

"It's not an act. Besides why are you so mad at me? I've never done anything wrong to you." I said stopping my walk again.

"Oh no, what about-" She began to yell, but I cut her off.

"So you didn't want to know that your boyfriend cheated?" I challenged. "Okay, I'll remember that. So don't go blaming me for your issues. I don't like getting involved." I hardened my gaze at her and she just glared back. Green eyes gleaming with anger, but understanding. Maybe she isn't just another hopeless girl after all.

"Well what about Jonathan?" Clary spat as I started walking once again.

I spun on my heel and without thinking I made my way back towards her. Isabelle looking tall and defensive next to her, but she didn't move. "What about him? Every time you throw yourself into our argument, and it only causes more trouble. We don't need your interference, I can handle myself against him, and he's plenty capable of dealing with a girl. So why don't you just back off!" My voice echoed in the night and I felt the glares of every girl around us. Clary's eyes had widened the pupil consuming the green irises.

I wiped at my mouth with the sleeve of my jacket nervously as I turned away and made my way -alone- to the school. I had startled myself. I had never gotten that worked up before just because of some stupid little comment from a girl. My heart was racing in my chest and my hands were clenched into fists inside my pockets. I wanted to hit something, I really wanted to hit Clary. I couldn't believe myself. Hitting a girl was out of my character, hitting a guy was okay they were bigger and stronger, but a girl! I shook my head as I forced myself to go to the school instead of running to the loft, or to work where I could at least be surrounded by people I liked and could handle.

When I finally made it to the school's hockey rink I hurried to find a seat on the filling stands. I managed to get a seat by the penalty box which was a better seat than I expected. I could see both goals, and the score board perfectly. I saw the girls enter and sit in the front row by the Institute's starting goal, thankfully they didn't see me. I clutched my backpack on my lap as I waited and watched the teams practice and start.

At the beginning I didn't think I would like the sport and probably space-out during it, but by half time I was jumping up with the rest of the crowd cheering and yelling and was having an okay time. Jonathan was put into the penalty twice, and it was by the same player that was beating the hell out of our team. Sebastian had already been taken out of the game for a hurt ankle, and Zeke was nursing a sprained wrist from the way he was holding his stick. At the end of half time and the start of the third quarter was the first goal of the night and it was from our team. Institute-one, St. Nicholas-none. It was more exciting than I thought it would be. After that the players chased the puck back and forth until Jonathan collided with the number 11 from the opposing team, the hell player. They started a fight and Jonathan was once again sent to the penalty box, banging his stick and slamming the door behind him. I looked back to 11 and saw him holding his right side before skating off to the puck drop.

An idea occurred to me as I watched the game start back up. Jonathan had gotten a few good blows on the other player and it would only take one last good hit to keep him down for good. He deserved it for taking out so many of our's and the guys only had to keep them from scoring to win. The third quarter ended and Jonathan still had four minutes left in the penalty box. I scrambled into my backpack to rip out a blank page from a notebook and got a pen. Quickly I wrote 'Elbow his left side. He'll stay down.' Then I folded it small enough so it would fit between the gap in the protective glass between me and Jonathan. It landed on the bench next to him but he didn't see it, so I banged on the glass.

He turned and glared when he saw it was me.

I ignored the expression and pointed down towards the paper. He looked and picked it up and read it. When he looked back at me I just nodded. Then a buzzer went off and he was dashing out of the small booth. I swear I saw a smirk on his face before he left, but it could have just been my imagination. Jonathan wouldn't look at me like that.

I watched him go onto the ice and head straight for number 11 who had the puck. They quarreled for the puck, slapping hockey sticks and pushing at each other. Then Jonathan got on his left side and brought his elbow back into the other players ribs. He went down hard and didn't get back up while Jonathan made a goal, bringing the Institute to two points. The crowd cheered and I cheered with them. Though when player 11 was taken out of the game it seemed to only put a target on Jonathan's back. He was tripped, pushed, blocked, and at the very end someone bashed their stick into his right hand. No one seemed to notice though as everyone cheered over our victory.

I didn't stick around to watch the pile up or the fangirls throw their "I love you" presents over the side of the protective glass. I went to the lobby of the building where they had been selling refreshments and snacks. They were just cleaning up and there was a cooler full of ice.

"Excuse me." I said to the woman who was wheeling the cooler away. She stopped and offered me a friendly smile. "Can I have some of your ice?" I asked.

"One of you're friends hurt?" She asked kindly.

"Sort of." I replied.

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a sandwich bag and filled it with the ice. "You're not the first to ask. Happens all the time, kids get so worked up and someone always gets hurt." She laughed lightly handing me the baggy.

"Thanks." I said making sure it was sealed all the way.

I don't know why I got the ice, but it seemed like a good idea as I waited for the team to leave the building. I was sitting on one of the outdoor benches by the exit they were most likely to use when I got a text from Mark.

'Where are you?'

I replied with, 'Waiting outside the South exit.'

My phone rang again a moment later. 'Come to the east lobby.'

I groaned as I got to my feet and trudged back inside with a freezing hand that held the ice baggy. I heard the team and the girls before I saw them. They were already celebrating their first victory of the season. The lobby was packed with people, but I spotted Jonathan off to the side for once all by himself. He looked arrogantly pleased, but there was also a line of tension in his neck and forehead. He was holding his right hand loosely at his side, it was definitely hurt.

I made my way over to him only to be welcomed with a dark glare.

"Nice hit." I complimented. "I laughed."

"He's just lucky there were refs around." He said tossing his hair out of his face.

"How's your hand?" I asked and he moved his right hand behind his back.

"I'm fine, idiot." He spat and I had the urge to laugh. It was such a childish reaction.

"Don't be stubborn." I said reaching for his hand. He pushed me away with his other hand.

"I don't need help. Just leave me alone." He hissed and I glared back at him.

Then came another Mira-Tyler-lack-of-thinking moment. "Don't be a moron, and stop making people worry about you! Give me your stupid hand." I ordered as I yanked his hand from behind his back. He flinched and cursed under his breath. It was clearly swollen and his knuckles were turning a dark purple-ish black color. They didn't appear to be broken since he was moving his fingers, but I'm not doctor. "Keep this on it, moron." I muttered placing the baggy on his hand. "I'm not always around to watch after you, so don't do anything stupid to make it any worse, or you won't be able to play hockey."

He pulled his hand away using his other to hold the ice to his hurt knuckles. "I don't need you to look after me, or you're help." He growled.

"You're welcome." I replied turning away from him. I knew I wouldn't get a thank you, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern was too stubborn for that, but he was using the make-shift ice pack, and that was close enough.

"Annoying brat." He grumbled as I began walking away.

Right I'm just a brat to him. The brat that lives in his house and eats his food. I sighed as I spotted Mark among the chatting crowd. Oh right I have to deal with Mark too. My night was never going to end.

Thank you for reading, please leave a review. The next chapter will be filled with shocking stuff and you'll see a side of Jonathan you never expected. I'm trying to get the romance going, so excuse the slightly slow beginning. It'll heat up soon.