Disclaimer: Power Rangers (at least with this universe) is owned by Saban Entertainment. But to reiterate further, it has currently been owned by Disney and recently been bought back by Saban. He should have kept it all along anyway. No profit is being made from this fiction.
Author's Note: This is just a short fic about one of our more underrated rangers. I think it's pretty obvious who the players of this tiny scene are. If not, just ask me and I'll let you know. Also, the title was supposed to be "I Hate Her" but I already had another fic with the same title and won't let me have two stories of the same title. So it's been changed for the purpose of getting this story uploaded.
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If I were
By genielou
I hate her.
Such words of strong conviction have never befitted someone like me, but I'm afraid that this is truly how I feel. Am I wrong for letting these feelings exist?
"Oh my gosh, you have got to try some of this icing," she squealed as she scoops a dash of icing onto her finger tip and offered it to him. He, in turn, accepts it wholeheartedly as he let her put her finger in his mouth, seduction so evident in his eyes.
That should be me in all that perkiness. That should be my finger that he welcomes instinctively. If I had been the one to meet him first, would he allow me the same passionate response?
I wonder. If she had never recovered from that fall, would he have allowed himself to move on to me?
Although I must admit, even to myself that she is nothing less of an angel. I can't conclude any other. She was nice enough to befriend me first, and even forgave me of all faults; and I have had many faults against her. Just the fact that she was kind enough to actually overlook all of the things that I have done to her almost makes me unworthy of thinking such ill manner against her.
"Come on, stop it!" she squeals again; her grin spreading wide to the sides of her tiny face, and her pink hair bow bouncing as he tickles her sides.
Is that what he prefers? The giddy personality? The comfortable outspokenness?
If I were the one wearing such childish clothing, if I were the one overreacting to his flirtatious attempts, would he look at me the same way that he looks at her?
"Kat!" she waves, finally noticing my presence. "Come here!"
She's so perfect; with her wide grin, her enthusiastic personality, her constant need to be everyone's favorite girl.
I wave back and smile, though my smile couldn't compare to hers. It's just not as wide and as embracing as hers.
I approach her table as she giggles at something I can't hear. The wrinkles on the sides of her lips lengthen as her smile widens even more; aimed at no one else but him.
I hate her.