Greg will make for a nice sub in time

Zack stepped back as Greg reared away in shock, Zack watched as confusion crossed Greg's face before anger began to fill it. "You little FAGGOT! I'm going to kick your ass and delete that photo before I take your girls sweet cunt as vengeance!" Greg raised his fist to swing but felt his phone go off. In horror he reached down and grabbed it opening it to see he had a new message. It was from Zack and attached were the two photos Zack had managed to take. Greg could see Zack had also attached Emily's number to the message, Greg wasn't overly smart but he knew he was too late. Zack now had digital copies out there he could get even if Greg smashed his phone. Seething with anger he looked to the calm face of Zack, "So what the fuck does this mean?"

"It means you need to apologize for calling me your bitch and calling me a faggot." Zack said coldly, "Otherwise I'm going to let the world know you're gay, and before you get any ideas of Zack won't destroy his own reputation I will remind you while I'm choosing to be okay with Emily's choices and actions..." Zack looked over to his beautiful girlfriend who was now standing and beginning to strip to her undergarments, "...doesn't mean I'm choosing to be okay with yours. The first part of your apology will be going out to our shared locker and bringing us our gym bags so we can change into clean clothes. Understood?" Zack refused to let his disdain for Greg come through let alone his seething anger. He needed to be emotionless he needed Greg to think that he would do anything and that meant being cold amd confident as he gave his orders.

Greg stood in silence watching this piece of shit give him orders, who the fuck did he think he was. At the same time he couldn't help but to be distracted by the sweet supple form of Emily stripping down behind Zack. If it got out that he kissed a guy, whatever cred he did have in the school would be out the window and he'd be labeled a fag for the rest of his life by those people. Zack seemed pretty serious about all this and Greg realized he didn't really have a choice it was a life shortly spent 'apologizing' to this prick or a life forever living with the consequences. "F-FINE! What's your locker code?"

Zack let a smile cross his face as he gave Greg the code and watched the two bit brute storm out of the locker room. As Greg left his sight Emily entered it, he immediately felt his shoulders sink. He loved Emily he did but despite having to be okay with this he couldn't help but feel betrayed. Him and Emily hadn't done more than some clothed grinding and frenching, let she was willing to blow a guy she hated in the guys locker room during lunch. Emily stepped out of her cum soaked shorts, dressed in a black bra and white cotton panties she looked stunning. Of course she was still a bit slick with Greg's cum that had seeped through her clothes and her hair was disheveled but she was still so beautiful to him. Zack noticed she held herself awkwardly unable to meet his eyes, as hurt as he was by her doing this with Greg, he was more hurt seeing her hurting. He stepped towards her one hand wrapping around her waist to rest atop her firm ass and the other to guide her chin up to look at him. "Em....I love you, I've been in love with you since we met. This isn't a love where you do something I don't like and I stop loving you this is a love that no matter what you do I'm going to keep loving you. I just don't want to be hurt while loving you, and this hurt me." Her wet eyes met his, the pain behind them was real but so was the love within them that he saw.

"Zack I don't know how to make this up to you but I will do everything I can to prove to you I love you. That whatever the fuck that was, was nothing and that you.." She took his hand still cradled under her chin and kissed him deeply before pulling back to finish her sentence. "..You are everything to me." They held each other close without looking as the door to the locker room opened.