The Dream

I must have stepped into the Twilight Zone. There was no other explanation except that I've gone crazy, finally. Maybe I was crazy. I tilted my head to the side to get a better look but nothing changed, I was still staring at the bizarre scene in the loft kitchen.

"You're cooking right?" I asked taking a cautious step towards the kitchen.

"What else would I be doing with this in my hand?" Jonathan challenged holding up the spatula in his hand. In front on him was the stove and on top of it he was cooking eggs. Scrambled and easy, but he was still cooking.

"Scaring children like an intimidating parent." I shrugged still not believe that Jonathan was cooking for himself. I never thought I would see the sight, ever.

Jonathan didn't say anything to that as he scrapped the spatula across the bottom of the pan. I watched until the end, like if I looked away then it would disappear and a chef would appear to claim the pan and the cooking food as it's creation. Jonathan filled two plates and without a snarky retort he handed me a plate before disappearing into his room to eat alone. The eggs were dry, but edible. After last night I thought I would have to make a full course meal to make up for my getaway with Jace, but Jonathan wasn't flying off the handle.

Then again, he carried me to bed last night. If he was really mad he would have yelled at me until I woke up, but he didn't. He's taking it silently. He plotting something that's going to be horrible. I groaned as the thought ran through my mind.

I continued to eat the eggs he made just because they made me happy. I know he doesn't like me, but this gesture is almost like being kind and caring. That's what I pretended they were, just so my heart wouldn't strangle me while I ate.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked Jonathan as I stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. He was leaning against the wall next to the doors, his phone in hand. He shoved it into his pocket as I walked up to him. Something was definitely up with Jonathan. Cooking, and not gone when I leave for school.

"Nothing." He replied flatly turning to go out the door.

I followed after him. We shuffled up the sidewalk in silence. I stole glimpses of him as we walked, he was focused on the path ahead of us. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, his breath coming out as quickly disappearing clouds of white. The rising sun caught his hair just right making it look more gold than white, giving the effect that he was a dark angel. Handsome, strong, and dangerous.

His practically white hair plastered to his head with the thick red liquid that was coating and melting the snow. I shook off the dream. That wasn't going to happen, it was just a stupid dream, and Jonathan was tough. Jonathan could handle anything.

"You have a game tonight." I stated. There had been excited talk about the hockey teams next game.

"Yeah." He said flatly.

"Are you going to cripple the other team?" I asked looking up at him.

"It's what I'm good at." He answered without meeting my gaze.

"Maybe I'll go." I said scuffing my feet against the pavement as we approached school.

"I doubt I'll need an ice pack." Was the last thing he said before disappearing into a group of his jock buddies, abandoning me.

Did he just walk me to school? I wondered as I made my way up the front steps. What was with Jonathan? What was he planning? I wasn't sure if I should be happy with all the strange attention or afraid that he was going to do something horrible.

"Hey Tyler!" Someone called as I started down the hallway. I turned to see Jace waving at me. He was standing with Mark, Clary and several others. They all stared at Jace like he was talking to himself.

"Ah, yeah." I muttered confused as I waved back. What the hell was that? I turned around and began walking again.

"Hey, get over here!" Jace called again, and I looked over my shoulder. Was he being serious? "Come on Devil Woman." Apparently he was.

"What?" I questioned stepping over to them. Mark and I gave each other friendly yet awkward smiles. I haven't seen him since we broke up. Was it only a few days ago? It felt like weeks.

"Tell Clary I only took you home." He said gesturing to his girlfriend who looked ready to strangle me. At the moment I didn't blame her. I would probably be jealous too if I was in her position.

"I told you, you'd get in trouble." I said looking at Jace. He didn't look worried or upset, in fact he looked like he was enjoying himself. His gold eyes bright and shining.

"So you two did see each other last night?" Clary stated looking back and forth between us. Mark's jaw dropped for a moment before he composed himself.

"He was kind of hard to miss when we collided on the stairs." I said and Jace chuckled.

"What?" Clary gasped.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, I would never go after Jace. He just gave me a ride home last night."

"See I told you." Jace said proudly.

"She could be lying for you." Clary countered crossing her arms.

"She doesn't lie." Mark and Jace said in unison.

I don't know why I thought that that was so funny but I did. I started laughing, and Jace joined me after a while. I laughed so hard my stomach started to hurt and my eyes began to water.

"What the hell?" Clary breathed confused.

"Sorry," I said wiping at my eyes. "It's just so funny to hear people say that."

"It's true." Mark stated.

"It's an unfortunate trait." Jace added shaking his head.

I chuckled. "Wow."

"Where's the beast?" Jace asked looking around the hallway. Was he using a code word for Jonathan? Why?

"I don't know. Have you been practicing your singing?" I joked. Everyone gathered looked at us like we were crazy.

"Even better. I've mastered the art of Baked Alaska." Jace smirked.

"Oh yes hand over a flaming dessert, that'll end beautifully for you." I laughed.

"Hmm, maybe I should have rethought that." Jace muttered to himself.

"I have to go. Bye." I said still laughing as I stepped away from them.

School went by in a flash and for once I was thankful for it. I would attend the hockey game tonight and watch Jonathan kick ass. I had a stupid smile on my face as I walked out of school. I took my time on the walk home as I window shopped along the way, there was no rush for me. I was still smiling to myself as I rode the elevator up to the loft, but it literally fell off of my face as I saw two people in front of the door. It was Jonathan and one of the girls he brought home. She was all over him like a parasite.

"Wh-what's going on?" I choked out. My insides flipped and turned into one giant knot that my heart seemed to be the center of as it pounded erratically.

The woman detached from Jonathan enough to look over at me. Jonathan looked too, and his eyes looked emotionless. He was just standing there letting the woman do what she wanted. Wasn't he suppose to be at school getting ready for his game?

"Little girls should go away." The woman sneered.

My legs felt shaky and I was sure I would fall over. What about this morning? The walk to school? Had I just played it up too much?

Along with the sadness boiled a bubble of anger. I clenched my hands into fists as I glared at them. "You idiot!" I yelled at Jonathan as I pulled off my backpack. "You're so stupid dumbass! You'll never change. PATHETIC." I growled as I threw my backpack at them.

"Bitch." The woman hissed letting go of Jonathan completely, but it was too late I was already in the elevator and the doors were closing.

My eyes stung with tears as I descended and ran out of the lobby. Jonathan was such an idiot. I already told him he didn't have to do that. He was better than that. That disgusting woman had to be twice his age, old enough to be his mother and she was treating him like he was nothing more than a sex tool. It made me sick. I ran through the streets without looking where I was heading, and before I knew it I was at least ten blocks from the loft. In my pocket buzzed my phone.

I stepped into an unused doorway and answered it. Trying not to sound like I was crying. Why did Jonathan bring me to tears so quickly? "Yeah?"

"Where are you, idiot?" Panted Jonathan on the other end of the call.

"Just leave me alone." I snapped back.

"After you called me a dumbass, and pathetic." He challenged, and I couldn't tell if he was angry or entertained.

There was a rush of wind that sounded over the phone, followed by honking. "What are you doing, stupid?" I asked pressing my phone tighter to my ear so I could hear him.

"There you go again calling me names. What makes you think you can do that?" He questioned and there was definitely humor in his voice. Why was he amused? What about his slut?

"Because I'm the only one who can stand up to you." I stated running a hand through my hair. It had fallen down out of the up-do, I couldn't admit why I had done it.

"Where are you Mira?" He asked again and the sound of my name made my heart ache.

"Why are you even looking for me? You don't even like me." I said dropping my hand from my hair.

"I wonder about that-" He said then and there was a screech and more honking. I pulled my phone away from my ear to still hear the honking and yelling, then I put it back to my ear. There was only a faint delay between the sounds down the street and the blaring over the phone.

"Jonathan?" I said into my phone.

No response.

"Jonathan?" I yelled.

Then a voice sounded over the phone from a distance. "Someone call 911! Hurry a boy's been hurt!"

I dropped my phone without thinking and took off down the street towards the commotion. Traffic was backedup and a crowd had formed. I elbowed my way to the front thinking, It's not Jonathan. He's too smart to run across this street in the middle of the day. It's not him.

In the middle of the crowd was a smashed yellow cab and a cursing cabby, a dented sports car, a mangled motorcycle, and in the center was a growing pool of crimson. I fell to my knees, and I vaguely heard someone scream, "JONATHAN." I didn't know it was me until I felt the burning in my throat.

Well guys. We're getting VERY close to the end. Two or three more chapters, possible four depending on how I write them. Welp I hope you guys like this chapter

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