Yes. He hasn't forgotten Ophelia.

Matt hung behind as the other kids rushed off the bus.

"Everyone off," Ophelia said.

"Must be rough driving all these rich brat kids," Matt said.

"It's a job. And don't tell me you're playing the socialist solidarity card or something."

Socialist Solidarity card? He mentally raised his estimate of Ophelia's intelligence. She might be working a crappy job but she wasn't stupid.

"Nope," Matt said. "I'm just an outsider here. I figured you were too so you might have some advice I could use."

"Yeah," Ophelia said. "I've got some advice. Don't talk to the black lady."

Okay. Ophelia wasn't going to be all grateful the high school kid paid attention to her. On the other hand, now that he got a closer look, Matt realized Ophelia had a killer body. Her uniform wasn't flattering... her huge breasts made her look fat. But her waist went way in. She was hot. Also out of his league... at least for now. Still, no reason not to try to move to the friend zone. Who knew what could happen in the future? Besides, he was being the new Matt... and the new Matt wasn't afraid to talk to people just because they were hot or older or snarky or anything.

"I've never been very good about playing racist games," Matt said. "But I'll look out for them now that you've called them to my attention."

"You do that, kid."

"Matt," he reminded her.

"Yeah, all right. You do that, Matt."

"I'll see you, Ophelia." He got off the bus and hurried onto the school