He asks for a handjob

"So Ursula," he said, "We agreed on the dance and everything. There's a favor I need to ask you." He was proud of himself for remembering his names. He normally forgot names as quickly as he heard them and then had to hope someone would remind him because he was too embarrassed to keep asking. Which might have been one of the reasons why he had trouble talking to girls.

She leaned closer. "What's that, Matt." She smelled nice. He wasn't sure how girls always managed to smell nice when guys always stunk like sweat. But he wasn't going to complain.

"If it's not too much trouble, maybe you could stroke me off. You know, just help relieve the pressure."

She scrunched her nose. "What?"

"Come on, it wouldn't hurt you any and it would be a huge thing for me."

"Hell, Matt. We just met like ten minutes ago. What kind of a creep are you?" She stood and walked to the back of the bus where she sat next to the Goth girl.

Fuck, that hadn't gone well. If only he were playing a game so he could hit the 'Previous Chapter' button.

This is the end of this path. I suggest hitting Previous Chapter and making another choice.