Power Rangers Legacy

Chapter 23

Warning ⚠️: Minor Smut

~Myles' POV~

Time: 1:17 PM

"What the fuck did you do to our winning trophy, Ikaika?" I picked up a few of the pieces looking at them horrified. Even gold figure that's supposed to be at the very top was split into 4 pieces including the wings. "This trophy was supposed to be mine since I was team leader. I gave you this with the sole purpose to make amends with you & you thought to destroy this valuable token of our victory as a way to get back at me." My voice was being raised, I was getting angry. Why my trophy?

Ikaika was trying to calm me down while at the same time apologizing to everyone around us then when I grabbed the smaller box the medal was inside. The part that rests on your neck was all cut up & the literal medal part was chipped. The missing piece wasn't in the box either. "What the hell do you have against me?" My fist was slammed on the table. I couldn't look at him. People might've had more of a connection to this tradition, but I felt something during that time.

"I might have a few things against you, but I didn't break the damn trophy. If I did I wouldn't have shown you this in the first place." I crossed my arms over my chest after putting my hat back on the my hood over my hat. First we have my tragic incident & now Ikaika shows me our broken victory. What's next? "Fine, I'll humor you for a second. If you didn't  break it, who did?" My stayed leaning back into my chair while my arm extended for my water waiting for an answer.

"My dad broke it." Ikaika said in a softer tone causing me to laugh in disbelief. Does he really expect me to believe that? There would be no reason for his dad to break something that his kid worked so hard for. "You're fucking jok-" My mind suddenly clicked back to the night of the award ceremony at the beginning of the week. Felix & I were sitting on the stage, I wasn't listening to any of the words he said because I was focused on Ikaika. His family didn't scold him about punching me which is kinda weird, but whatever.

It sounded like an different conversation. "Does your dad abuse you at home?" I'm not actually used to being blunt when it comes to serious shit. The time I was watching Ikaika with his family didn't worry me until now I guess. "What the fuck? That's not even relevant to-" I had to cut him off with a follow up question or else he'll keep going until he ends up insulting me. "Verbal? That would make sense since the night of the award ceremony." Ikaika grabbed my wrist Aggressively behind the big box. Wasn't expecting that.

It wasn't to hurt me, more like to tell to shut the fuck up. That means I'm right on the money. "You were listening to our private family conversation?" His greenish blue eyes turned darker for some & staring at them is like looking into the night sky without the stars. I'm guessing this happens when he's feeling angry. "Shut the fuck up Ikaika. I was too far away to make out whatever was being said, but I knew they weren't mad at you for punching me." Ikaika scoffed as he tossed my wrist back.

"You don't know shit." Ikaika leaned in close just to tell me that then leaned back in his chair with his hands resting on the table. We sat in silence for the pass 5 minutes. None of us barely moving, no one saying anything, & it felt so awkward. Some of the worker came up to us to ask if we were ok & the both of us showed her a thumbs up. "Look, you don't have to get all worked up about it just because I figured it out. I'm pretty sure Felix can figure it out." Ikaika grabbed my wrist once again the second time. He might have anger issues.

"You have a nice, tight grip on my wrist. I think you're really good at pinning someone & going down on them." I didn't really mean to flirt like that to him. He grabbed my wrist, what else was it supposed to do? Ikaika blushed as he slowly pulled his hand away to his side. "I'm no longer mad about the broken trophy, but I'm starting to see what kind of person you are. You're the rebellious type who skips class, doesn't do homework, fails tests, & gets bad grades. The bad boy type." Both of his eyebrows were raised in confusion. I don't get it if he really was. I know I'm right.