You are better than this.

And whether she remembers it or not, so is your sister. "Meggie, can you leave so me and my sister can talk?" The half pint homewrecker shoots you a dirty look, so you guess you guessed the wrong name. Regardless, she gets up, and wiping her face, heads out to leave you to talk.

"I just want to start off by saying, I love you, Emma, and I don't think it's wrong that you want to play with other girls. Being a slut is awesome and you should be proud of it. What I don't applaud is you doing it behind our back, without our consent." You place your hands on your cocked hips and give your sister a look that lets her know you mean it.

"I knooooooow! I just...I've never had a girl treat me like this. It's like I'm actually cooler than Cindi now and I can be the bad bitch...which like, I know...I knooooooow! I'm totes not sposed to want that. But I do! Okay! I'm not perfect! I'm just an asshole like everyone else!" Emma finishes red in the face, eyes raw with tears flowing, and she has you snotty and sniffling too.

"Emma, I already knew you were an asshole before I fell in love with you. But this week I've learned you are an exceptional asshole. An adorable asshole. An empathetic, caring asshole. Most assholes can tell themselves the most obvious lies and believe them as long as they can go on feeling good about themselves. But you KNOW when you're being an asshole and actively try to do better. So I KNOW you can do better too. I know you will tell Cindi about this and we can all agree on how to move forward." you aren't sure a word of what you sobbed made sense, but Emma wraps her arms around you and pulls you close, wailing against your shoulder as you stroke her head and soothe her.

"Thanks SNIFF, Ella, I...I guess I have more work to do than I realised. Fuck! First Cindi gets kicked off cheer squad and now I pull this shit! We should at least sit with her at lunch to see if she's doing alright." Emma drys her tears and gives you a soft kiss as way of apology. You kiss her back harder and bite her lip to let her know she's still got a ways to go. You both finish cleaning up and applying your makeup again and head to class.

You are late, but your apology is so adorable that your teacher lets you off with a warning. You wish you had let Emma give you a more 'in depth' apology, because now you are so horny and hurt that you can't say which aches more. You are still sore at Brad for kissing you and sorely tempted to give him another tongue lashing. You are angry at Emma for letting that subby slut suck her clit, but you also wish you could have let her suck yours too instead of trying not to be an asshole. You anguish over how Cindi must be feeling, but that only makes you ache for some release even more. It's this twisted tangle of guilt and arousal.

You make it through your day in a frustrated fog, finally making it to lunch. You scan the cafeteria, and are surprised to see where Cindi is sitting.