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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?”
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Mal pumped his fist in the air and exclaimed, “Alright!” Taking a big bite of his burrito, he winked at her, “Tough chick”, he declared, after swallowing.
Brazenly looking the girl over, Mal gradually smiled, “Well, angel, if you have to chow down to keep that hot little shape, I say bring on the next course!”
Now, it was Malachi’s turn to blush, “Yeah, well, I’ll bet your brother’s wouldn’t be so happy if they heard me talking to you like that”, he reasoned. Mal knew, there were some girls you could talk to like that and some you couldn’t…hell, there were some girls that talked so nasty that they made him blush.
Sometimes, it was more interesting what people didn’t say, than what they said; Colby completely glossed over the question about sophomore boys. She really didn’t know Mal, “So, no answer about the boys or it’s none of my business? Hey, angel, I can respect that.” He had only been teasing, mostly. Mal didn’t want to pry, if there was something hurtful that came along with the answer.
“Hey, little girl, eat all of your food and I’ll take us somewhere for dessert!”, he teased.
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“Yeah, same here…”, Malachi winked, stretching to show off his long slender torso, “…I can eat just about anything I want and no tummy!”
Malachi had no doubt that one of her brothers knew of him and his reputation, so he’d better enjoy this time with Colby, because she’d probably be forbidden to see him soon. That would be a shame, because he liked this little cutie, “If you were my little sister, I’d probably hide you away from guys like me”, he chuckled.
“Ice cream it is, angel!”, he agreed, jumping up to refill his large Sierra Mist. When he sat back down, he scooted around and bumped her.
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“You bet it’s an awesome gift”, he replied, “Especially, since I love to cook.” He gave her a measuring look, Maybe if you’re good, I’ll even cook for you some day”, he gave her a grin and a wink afterwards.
Having already finished his food, Malachi watched, as Colby ate her salad, “you are preaching to the choir, little girl…”, he agreed with her, “…that’s what gets me in so much trouble, people telling me what I can and can not do…”, he shrugged and took a long sip of his large drink, “…it just pisses me off!”
“Okay, angel, I’ll let you pick…Baskin Robbins, Haagen-Dazs Ice Cream Parlor, Creole Creamery or The New Orleans Ice Cream Company…what’s your pleasure?” He leaned in close, “I promise to have you home before you turn into a pumpkin.”
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“What kind of food?!”, Malachi asked, incredulously, “I cook all kinds of food, little girl!” He clicked off on his fingers what he was saying, “Down home Country cookin’, Chinese, Indian, Mexican, Italian, Greek, French, Thai, Barbeque…whatever your little heart desires!”
Wiggling his eyebrows, Mal teased, “It does? How many guys do you know, naughty girl?!” Colby was fun to tease; it made him wish he’d had a little sister. Of course, he wasn’t thinking of Colby as his sister…that would be sick.
“Okay, let’s hit the Creole Creamery”, Mal decided, “Then I can drive you back and you can wonder…”, he used a high girlish voice, “…will he kiss me or won’t he?” He was teasing Colby and it was fun, but in reality, he sure wouldn’t mind kissing the cute little sophomore.
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“My mom and my Uncle Julien taught me from when I was young”, he shrugged with a proud smile. “I love cooking, it takes me to another place.”
“MmmmmHmmmm”, Malachi teasingly gave her a skeptical look. He wouldn’t keep up the messing with her long, but he wasn’t ready to give it up just yet.
Okay, he had better review that decision about the teasing. Poor Colby looked like her head was going to explode; her face was crimson red. He slipped one long arm around her shoulder and gave her a one-armed hug, “I know, baby, I’m just playing…”, he gave her his best puppy dog eyes, “…forgive me?”
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