He smiles and pats the seat next to him.

What was the worst thing that could happen? Sure she might laugh at him and sit somewhere else, but how would that be worse than if he did nothing? The way Matt figured it, he couldn't play it safe. Playing it safe meant losing.

So, he smiled at the girl and patted the seat next to him.

She wasn't the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. Her red hair was gorgeous, but she had more freckles than Intel has chips. Still, she was a girl, had a pair of B cups and an ass that swiveled as she walked. And her skirt was so short that Matt imagined he would be able to see her panties if she bent over at all.

The girl gave him a strange look and Matt had a moment of panic. Would he really start out his first day at a new school by getting shot down by a girl with only an average figure and with freckles to boot?

"We don't have all day, ladies," Ophelia announced. "Find your seats please."

Matt wasn't sure if Ophelia had been watching, but he owed her because the bus driver's words motivated the redhead to make up her mind. She sat next to Matt and stared forward.

Clearly it was up to Matt to make the first move. Equally clearly, this was his big chance to fall flat on his face... or to move the ball forward.