"SHUT UP ALREADY!!!"

You pulled your head to the side and covered Zoe's ears, before letting out a scream that knocks Nebula to the ground.

"GOD DAMNIT NEBULA, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SAY SORRY. ALL YOU DO IS HURT PEOPLE. ITS THAT STUPID FUCKING PRIDE OF YOURS. YOU SHOULD HAVE APOLOGIZED YEARS AGO, AND YOU JUST KEPT PUTTING IT OFF!"

"Years...?"

...

Were you... actually mad at Nebula? Or were you just mad at yourself...?

Zoe looked at you, her eyes close to yours. You knew you had to apologize for bullying her now. You knew this was the worst timing, but waiting for the perfect time to say sorry was all you did for years. You had to do it right now.

"Zoe, I am so sorry for what I did to you... my friends back then goaded me into it, and I think I had a crush on you and didn't understand, but none of those excuses are valid... You are a really nice girl, and really sweet, and..." You just sort of spilled words out, your breath hitching. "Can you forgive me?" You choked out the words from within Zoe's cleavage, praying that Zoe would understand how truly guilty you felt.

"But I did something a million times worse!" Zoe exclaimed, tearfully. You could feel droplets fall onto your face again.

"...What?" You honestly had no idea what Zoe supposedly did. What did she do that compared to hundreds of cruel taunts?

"I... you... Nebula..." Zoe mumbled incoherently, before sniffling.

"I forgive you entirely." It must have been that thing she was talking about while you were buried under Zoe's breasts, but it couldn't have been too bad, right?

"Sam? You're forgiving her? For that?" Nebula sounded shocked.

"Yes. I am." You said, trying to mask your confusion with confidence.

"...Hm, okay then." Nebula agreed. Damnit, you kind of wished she would have told you what Zoe said. Oh well. Zoe giggled in joy, rubbing her tears away on your shirt. Zoe's boobs slipped and rubbed against on your chest yet again, bouncing slightly, causing her to squeak adorably.

Now that the weight of guilt was off both your shoulders, you both realized the gravity of your current situation: trapped under bleachers stands, fully erect, and mounted by a girl who you just admitted you had a crush on. Sight, smell, sound, touch, and even taste were all being directly controlled by this adorable girl straddling you. Zoe couldn't stop smiling widely at you, her sweet breath entering your mouth.

"You forgive me... Oh my god... And you said you liked me too... Am I dreaming?"

You reached up and pinched Zoe's cheek gently. Zoe flinched at your touch, moaning softly.

"Nope. Would any dream of yours have Nebula in it? ...Speaking of which..." You called out to Nebula, remembering she was still listening. "Could you call someone to help us?"

"Tch, and why would I help you?" Nebula said, in a sulk. "Congrats, bro, you're part of the Society now! Why don't you get one of your gal pals to help out?"

You sigh, "Nebula, I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Not good enough! 'The ends don't justify the means, okay?'" She said in a falsetto rendition of your voice, "Unless it makes you better off, apparently! ...bitchboy...little shit..."

"Ugh... Please Nebula... What can I do to make you forgive me?"

"Tell me I was right about everything!"

"You were right and I was wrong!"

"Eat my ass!"

"I can't reach from here, you have to get us out first."

"Un-apologize to Zoe right now!"

"What? No! How does that even work?"

"... Say it all backwards?"

Zoe politely raised her hand to get your attention. When you looked over to her, you saw her face was beet red and she was blinking slowly.

"I think I have an idea to make Nebula want to help us..." Zoe whispered, shyly. You nodded, signaling for her to continue. Zoe cleared her throat and called out to Nebula.