Of course he does. Ophelia is hot

The schoolbus pulled up to the stop and Matt and Amy boarded.

Matt almost did a double-take when he saw {if missedfirstday=true} the bus driver. She wore a uniform with her name tag, 'Ophelia'. {else}Ophelia. The previous day she'd been wearing a boring uniform that made her look squat and fat. She still wore a uniform but she'd transformed it.{endif} The uniform tunic clung to her body showing her curves and she'd left the top three buttons undone, showing off a cleavage a man could lose his soul in.

"Wow," Matt said. "You look fabulous."

"Yeah sure, kid. Compliment the old black lady."

"I am completely serious."

Ophelia smiled, then tugged on the tunic, giving him a view of another inch or so of cleavage. "I got thinking I could style up the uniform a little."

"I'm glad you did. Do you mind if I take a photo. Uh, to show my sister."

"You knock yourself out. And if you don't want to show your sister, that's okay by me."

Matt snapped three pictures, building up to one that got a massive view of tits and cleavage. Man, that was classic masturbation material.

"Now sit your butt down," Ophelia said. "I've got a schedule to keep and don't need boys rattling around like loose cigarettes."

"Will do."

As he walked back, a wanna-be biker type with stringy hair and a black motorcycle jacket stuck out his foot to trip Matt. "You some kind of N-word lover?"

Matt shook his head. "Not yet. But I'd have to be crazy not to want to be."

The wanna-be biker took a long twenty seconds to process than then spit on the floor. "You're a disgrace to white people everywhere."

Okay, the creep was not just a wanna-be biker, he was a wanna-be racist. Matt had always assumed that rich people didn't have to look down on people because of their color, they could just look down on them because of their lack of money. Apparently he'd overestimated the human species.

He resisted the temptation to stomp on the racist's foot and continued back. Now, where should he sit? He could take the seat next to Amy, who was chatting with another girl but who gave him a half-smile. Or he could blow her off and hope to sit with another girl.