How to make a Yellow Ranger hate you 8

"Jayden?" the blonde female peered into the darkened bedroom of the Red and Silver Rangers.

"Go away," his voice was muffled, "I've got nothing to say to you."

Her hazels filled with tears. "I'm so sorry."

"If you're so sorry, why'd you kiss him?" the Fire Samurai demanded, "if you're in love with him, fine. I don't care."

"You do," she was ignoring the fast waterflow, "and I don't love him. My feelings just got the best of me. I was so concerned for him, and was just so happy he was okay…it just happened."

"Then how do we know our love life didn't 'just happen'?" he turned to face her. His tearstained, red, angry face looked deadly in the pale hall light.

"Because I love you," she told him, "and I thought you loved me."

"You don't love me," he turned away from her with a scowl, "I know you don't."

"I do," she was pleading, "please, Jayden. Trust me."

"Trust is something I should never have used," his voice was choking as it trembled, "trust only leads to broken hearts. We're over, Emily."

"What?" she gasped, "no!"

"Yes," he snapped, "now get out of my room!"

"Jay…"

"Do not call me Jay," he snarled, his eyes deadly, "I have a name. Now, get out of my sight. You make me sick."

She rushed away, crying her heart out. She wept loudly into her pillow until a hand came on her back. She wished it was Jayden, but she knew it couldn't be. Sure enough, it was Joey.

"I heard what happened," his eyes pittied her, "and I'm sorry, this is all my fault.."

"No," she shook her curls, "no it's not. This is my fault. Jayden's right."

"Oh, come here," he sat beside her, opening his arms for her. She curled up in them willingly, crying her little heart out.

"Thank you, Joey," she closed her eyes, worn out.

"Anything for a friend," he rested his chin on her head, letting her sleep in his arms, letting the smooth beat of his heart lure them both to sleep.

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The Red Ranger peered into the Yellow and Pink Rangers' room. Mia was asleep in her bed, and his heart fell. Joey was on her bed, her asleep in his arms. She didn't move when he approached silently.

"Em?" he whispered, brushing a tangled blonde curl out of her face.

When she opened her hazels, they were wounded and lifeless.

"I…" he couldn't explain.

"You don't have to yell," she whispered, "I get it. Joey is my companion now, I guess. You can be happy now."

He stared as she curled close to the blonde with forest eyes, face in his shoulder. Her body trembled a little when he touched her shoulder, and he backed out.

Heart grieving, he ran out into the forest, not looking back. He couldn't let them see him cry and fall apart. It was coming, his mind was crashing and burning. The only clear thought that got through was this:

What the heck did I do?