Yes, he's just in time.

Matt was a hundred feet away when the bus pulled up so he put on a sprint, straight uphill.

The bus driver, a black woman who had to be forty but who boasted a pair of tits that had to be the size of soccer balls, gave him a funny look as he dashed, panting, onto the bus. "I don't wait for nobody," she said.

He bit back the temptation to say something snarky. That was the old Matt. Besides, a black in this neighborhood would already get enough grief from the rich creeps. "Sorry," he said. "I understand you've got a schedule to keep."

That got him a doubletake both from the bus driver and from Karen who was sitting in the first row.

He shrugged at Karen, then turned back to the driver. "I'm Matt, by the way."

"Ophelia. Now sit your butt down 'cause you're making me late."

Not unexpectedly, the bus was mostly empty. Rich kids would be doing rich kid things in the summer rather than going to summer school. Besides his sister, who was sitting next to a pretty brunette, a couple of jock-looking guys sat at the back of the bus and that was it. He considered joining the guys but thought better of it. He wasn't part of their clique.

About ten minutes later, Ophelia pulled the bus to a stop and a girl and guy got on. From their red hair, it was easy to figure that they were related. The guy sat down in the seat across the aisle from Karen and the girl looked undecided.

Time to work on that new leaf. Should he play it cool, do something welcoming, or maybe see if he could get an upskirt with his phone when she walked by?