I Was Wrong

When Saturday morning came, I knew I was going to hate it more than any other Saturday. . . Well it was going to be close. As I trudged out of my room I could hear Jonathan on the phone still at home, and late for practice. He sounded upset, but then again when wasn't he. Yelling and cursing at someone that didn't seem to understand that he wasn't going out today. I didn't blame him with the way the rumor -which was crazy true- was spreading around school. I was still in my flannel pajama bottoms and plain tight tee when Jonathan tossed his phone onto the couch and kicked the back of it with as much force as he could.

"Everyone on your ass too, to know what's going on?" I asked leaning against the wall that divided the living room from the kitchen.

Jonathan spun around to glare at me with blazing black eyes. His pale face was flushed with anger and I was prepared to take his wrath.

"Who the hell started this shit?" He growled gripping the back of the couch, digging his fingers into the fabric.

I stared at him, at a complete lost. He's not blaming me?

"Do you really want to know?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"You know?" His eyes narrowed at me.

"Do you want to know?" I re-asked staying as calm as possible. It wasn't every day you tell a guy his horrible abandoning mother had started shit at his school, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to be her last time either.

"Tyler." He hissed like a warning.

"Do you know your mother?" I asked suddenly curious. I wanted to know when she left, and if Jonathan ever really knew her before she just up and abandoned him.

For a moment his face went blank, but then it was filled with anger and hatred that I probably deserved bringing up a topic that I knew was taboo. "Of course I do." He spat.

"Red hair, kind of short, and insane green eyes." I described and his eyes only narrowed more. So she was his mother. "She was looking for me at school yesterday and apparently let our housing situation slip."

The fabric of the couch ripped under Jonathan's tense fingers. Well Valentine wasn't going to be happy about that.

"WHAT?" He yelled, and down the hall the moan from his hungover father could be heard. "How in hell does she even know about you?" He demanded.

"She was arguing with Valentine in the lobby when I got back from work. He introduced me and she clearly didn't like that. She showed up at Pandemonium yesterday too, telling me I need to leave and crap. She even hit me before she left." As I explained I wondered how he would react. What side would he take? Would he agree with his mother or would he get mad at her instead of me? I found myself hoping that he would side with me.

The holes in the fabric grew as his grip tightened on the couch. There was a long list of cursing that I only partially understood before he returned to modern English. "Annoying ungrateful bitch. I can't believe this. How the hell am I suppose to make it through this shit?" He muttered.

"And, pray tell, how is this at all bad for you?" I asked pushing off the wall. "A girl living with a guy is call for worship among the male gender. A guy living with a girl only means that girl is a slut, and I'm living with two." My voice rose, but I wasn't angry, just annoyed. It was always about him. Things would never change.

"Who wants to be living with an emotionless bitch that can't keep to herself? Any other girl in school would be better than the one who can't understand what the hell is going on and can't butt the fuck out. The stupid loser who's not need!" He shot back seething with his chest rising and falling quickly.

I stumbled backwards like he actually hit me. The echoing voices returning and repeating the same thing, "Useless trash."

I looked down to my bare feet, "Give me a week. Then I'll be gone." I said as the voices continued.

"What?" He sounded almost shocked.

"I just need a week." I said with a catch in my throat.

That was right I wasn't actually needed. I didn't have to worry about Jonathan, I just did it out of selfish reasons. He had been living with his father for so many years before I showed up, I was just needlessly thinking I was improving things in their lives. Like a stupid girl I had deluded myself in what I only wanted to see. A year was the limit, Jonathan couldn't handle me any more, he had lasted longer than I thought he would. I really was not needed, but it made sense. Who would need a person who has done the things I've done? I wouldn't even want me if I had the choice.

"What's going on out here? Are you guys arguing again? It's so early." Groaned Valentine as he shuffled out of the hall and into the living room.

"She's finally leaving." Jonathan replied, but there was no arrogant smile on his face like I thought there would be with this news. Though he still sounded please.

"Leaving? For work? You're not even dressed." Valentine inquired taking in my attire. He was wrapped in his black bathrobe and his usually slicked back hair was a tousled mess making him look younger than he really was. He and Jonathan really did look so much a like, there was no trace of his mother in Jonathan's features at all. It was hard to believe they were even related.

"Ah, no. Moving out. I'll give you the rent since it's almost the end of the month, but I'll be gone by the end of the week." I explained lifting my head. I didn't need to look pathetic in front of both of them at once.

"What brought all this on?" Valentine asked suddenly sounding wide awake and like his professional self.

"A bunch of shit." I answered turning to go back to my room.

"Jocelyn talked to you yesterday, didn't she?" Valentine said flatly.

"Who?" I paused.

"The bunch of shit that bore me." Jonathan replied and Valentine shot him a dark look.

"She called to apologize for slapping you, but I wouldn't let her speak to you. Now I'll ask once, do you want to press charges against her?" His tone was even and calm and held so much authority.

"And with what legal guardian do I have to take to court with me?" I challenged. "I don't see the point, she got what she wanted, I'm leaving."

After that no more words were spoken to me about the incident. I got ready for work without a fuss, even Jonathan left for hockey practice though he was bound to be scolded for showing up more than an hour late. Work went by normally, Bat even stopped by to say hi before he left for his own job. He didn't hide the fact that he was only dropping by to check on me, and for a moment I was kind of happy, like I had a big brother or something. That feeling quickly disappeared as the hockey players came banging and laughing into the bar like every Saturday lately. Mark was of course with them, I could no longer avoid him. I never answered any of his texts or calls, which all had been asking if I was okay, and if I was mad at him. I wasn't, but I wasn't happy with him either. I was annoyed at the whole school population for listening to such complete garbage, and seeing me as Jonathan described, "The stupid loser who's not needed." What made the whole thing worse was that Clary, and Jonathan were with the group. I figured he wouldn't show up to the bar because of the rumor, but I was wrong. I'm always wrong when it comes to him.

"Lily, can you serve them today?" I asked the blue haired woman as she stepped out of the kitchen. She looked over at me confused for a moment then at the jocks screwing around in their usual booths.

"Yeah no problem." She said wiping her wet hands on her apron. Raphael had obviously told her about yesterday. When did my life become open for the world to talk about and discuss at it's whim?

I watched from the bar as Lily approached the hockey team. When the Annoying Bastards saw it wasn't me they looked my way and I adverted my gaze to the rag in my hand that had stopped wiping down the bar. God I've hit an all time low. Avoiding the Annoying Bastards. . . What next?

Lily serviced them the whole time and I kept to the far side of the room like they didn't even exist. Raphael stepped out of the kitchen a few times to -not so secretly- check on us, well mostly me. I thought I was home free when the hockey team began leaving but the almighty god above decided "Hey let's rain a little more misery on this poor girl. She hasn't quite suffered enough the last twenty-four hours."

"Hey Mira." Mark greeted awkwardly. He couldn't look directly at me, and I didn't want to be near him.

"Hey." I muttered.

"About yesterday-" He began and I just had to put my foot down.

"I swear Mark if you apologize again I'll deck you in the face. You don't have to be sorry. It's not your freaking fault." I said slamming my hands down on the bar. My palms stung from the force.

"I'm so-" I glared at him. "Any way, " he changed course. "Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"Because there's a party going on on the Upper East side and the whole school was pretty much invited." He answered with his friendly yet nervous smile.

Raphael stuck his head out of the kitchen at that moment and said, "Mira you have tomorrow off. You should go."

I glared over my shoulder at him. "You're not going to even give me the option are you?" I growled.

"Nope." He smiled and disappeared back into the kitchen. Burn in hell Santiago!

"Then I'll pick you up, where-" Mark said happily.

"No I'll just meet you there." I cut him off.

He stared at me for a moment, but let go whatever it was that he was going to ask. He gave me the address of the place then left with the rest of his friends.

"You're going to a party that'll be fun." Lily said when the bar was empty. I was helping her clean the tables the hockey players were using.

"Yeah whatever." I grumbled.

"What's with the dark mood. You should be happy." Lily said with furrowing brows.

"You know of a place that's renting a room?" I asked as I carried my full tray towards the kitchen.

"Huh? You moving?" She asked following after me.

"Moving?" Raphael inquired as we piled the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Yeah. So do you know of any places or not?" I hate it when Raphael gets all nosy and demands to know every aspect of my life. It's been hard keeping the place I have been living a secret from him.

"I heard that Bat's place has an opening. Talk to him about it Monday." Raphael said and the topic was dropped. I was slightly stunned. I had expected him to demand why I was moving and god knows what else, but that was it. I left work without any inquisition, and slightly disappointed. I thought I knew my boss better. Again I was wrong.

Thank you for reading, NEXT is the party, and there will be DRAMA. So leave a review and let me know how you like the story. And I apologize if Mira seems like a dark and completely depressing character right now, but she really isn't. She's stubborn and is just completely confused about her life right now. So stick with me and the story will get better.

ALSO I would love to hear your theories on where this story is headed. ^^ I had my sister read it and she gave me a really interesting theory, and she was only partly correct. So let me know I love hearing from you guys. It makes my day :)