Malachi laughed and held his hands up, “Okay, if you say so. Maybe I’ll let you prove it. One weekend, when you don’t have anything else to do, we can get together and I’ll give you a few tips and we’ll see how you ride it around campus.”

This time, when Colby stuck her tongue out, Mal stuck his tongue out too; he wasn’t sure why he did it…it just seemed like fun, “I don’t know how your tiny tummy holds all of that!”, he chuckled.

Mal’s grin grew devilish when he saw how much the question about boys embarrassed Colby. Then, when she answered that there was No one, his jaw almost dropped, “What?! No one?!! What the fuck? Are all the sophomore boys dickless?!” Right after he blurted all of that out, he wished he could take it back. Mal knew that he had a problem with colorful language, as Headmistress Pendragon called it; he was trying so hard not to swear in front of Colby, her being a sophomore and a girl…a nice girl. “OOPS! Sorry about that, angel!”, he apologized, “What I meant to say was…what’s wrong with those sophomore boys, letting such a cute girl slip through their fingers?”