Be friends

Matt wasn't sure how to handle this situation but he knew one thing. He didn't want either girl mad at him. Even if he ended up not being able to bang either of them, he didn't want to turn into Jordan and those other assholes who ran the school. There had to be a better way. Yeah, he wanted to be dominant, wanted to have every girl in the school sucking his dick and spreading their legs for him, but he didn't want to hurt them while he was doing it. He wanted them to like it as much as he did.

So, he was going to try.

"Hey Wendy," he said. "Amy and I were just going over our Trig. Want to sit down and join us?"

Neither Wendy nor Amy looked particularly happy about his suggestion but also neither said no. So, Wendy sat down and the three squeezed together on a bench that was big enough for three elementary school kids but definitely not for three eighteen year-olds and did Trig problems.

After a while, Matt realized he hadn't introduced the two so he did and mentioned that Wendy liked tennis which, it turned out Amy did too... when she wasn't doing horses, and Wendy was interested in horses although she hadn't been able to talk her parents into buying her one... and he felt like a third wheel in someone else's date.

Except Amy hung around after everyone else got off the bus and kissed him again. "You're helping me make a friend. The only friend I had was Karen and that was only because I made my mother hire her to muck out our stalls and so she has to stay my friend or lose her job."

"That's not why she's your friend," he said.

"Whatever. But thank you, Matt. You are so cool." Then she flounced off the bus like she was floating on air.

Leaving Matt alone on the bus with Ophelia.

"Hey Ophelia," Matt said, "can I buy you a cup of coffee?"