The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 12. I Just Wanna Help (I Just Want to Help).

It was five minutes ago that class ended, but Wulan was still sitting in her chair. His palm supported his bowed head with both elbows on the table.

Silent class. It seemed like all the students had left the room. Wulan still had no intention of getting out of her seat. In the morning, his head was heavy. Plus teaching bengal children who of course drain their emotions and energy.

Wulan slowly raised her head when someone knocked on her desk.

"Hey, drinking alcohol and staying up late isn't good for a woman your age." Max's face was right in front of his face because of his leaning position towards him.

Wulan frowned in surprise. A woman my age? He said it like I'm gonna be an old lady, damn it!

"Look at your eyes like .panda" Max said, twirling his index finger near his own eye. His smile was thin but it was able to make Wulan's blood boil.

But a moment later Wulan asked - ask in his heart. Where can this child know that he stayed up last night and drank.

Maybe Max just guessed.

Wulan hurriedly tidied her books on the table and chased Max out of class.

"Max, I really, really did what I said yesterday. You should visit Patrick at Les Marais" Wulan said.

Max didn't budge. He continued walking down the corridor.

"Max, I know you have a problem with your family, or your neighborhood, or whatever it is, but don't let it destroy you. You need to stay up and get your future."

"You don't know what about my life" Max said.

"Then how about you tell me?" challenge Wulan. "I can position myself as a good interlocutor."

Max grins. Then turned towards Wulan at a glance.

"What about your own life?" Max asked back.

"What?"

"You want to be a hero while you can't take care of your life?"

Wulan gasped at Max's words. "What do you mean?"

Max smiled cynically. "Trule your life first, Miss, then you can take care of other people's lives" he said as he accelerated his steps away from Wulan.

"You ...!" Wulan clenched both her hands furiously. "The son's ass sucks," he hissed.

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While leaning his back against the outside wall of the school, Max notices Wulan in the distance who seems to be being seduced by Damien to get into the man's car.

Etienne who had just come, moved - moved her palm in front of Max's face while following the view of her best friend.

"Oh, Max!" call him when some time Max does not touch his presence.

Max raised his hand. Gesticulating Etienne to be quiet. He walked away from Etienne with his dumb face, heading towards Damien and Wulan who were standing on the side of the road.

"Miss, I want to talk!" the excitement made Wulan and Damien shocked. "About the lesson," he continued to answer the astonishment of the two Teachers.

"should now? It's out of school hours, we're planning on having coffee" Damien said, showing an unhappy face.

"Je ne parle pas avec toi (i'm not talking to you)" Max told Damien. "Miss?" He looked towards Wulan.

"Emmm .. yes, of course," replied Wulan doubtfully. He wasn't sure Max wanted to talk to him about the lesson. "Sorry, Damien, may be next time (maybe next time)" he said as he stepped away from Damien who looked disappointed.

Etienne who saw Max and Wulan walking hand in hand towards him scratched her head that was not itching at all.

"I go first" he told Etienne.

Etienne looked towards Wulan. While Wulan just raised her hand while spreading her shoulder.

"Max, you're a freak." Wulan who was walking beside Max spoke. "You want to talk to me about lessons? It feels impossible."

"No, not." Max threesome. "I just want to piss off Damien's bitch."

Wulan. "It looks like you've got a big problem with Damien, huh?"

"I don't like it. That's it," he said, making Wulan shake his head.

Max kept walking on the sidewalk somewhere. Wulan was forced to follow the young man's steps. Across the stairs descending the subway station Michel - Ange Auteuil, Max does not stop his steps. He just kept walking straight ahead.

"Max, how about this weekend we go to Le Marais?" bargain Wulan. "We're meeting Patrick."

"Whatever," he said.

"I'm not hungry yet."

"Come ...." Wulan walked ahead of Max while looking back and forth, looking for a suitable restaurant and of course according to the contents of the wallet.

He stopped in front of an Arabian restaurant at the end of a crossroads. Wulan watched him for a moment. Some people were seen going in and out of restaurants.

From the glass entrance, Wulan could clearly see the room inside there. He blinked - rubbing his eyes when he saw a man who was preparing - ready to come out of the restaurant.

He made sure that the man he saw was, Pierre.

His chest pounded. Wulan shifted her body a few steps and tightened her back against the restaurant wall. He felt a cramp in his stomach. His chest was also painful. Cold sweat drenched his forehead.

"Miss? Ca va (you're okay - what)?" max asked in surprise. Wulan's back was touched slowly.

Wulan raised her hand. Let's tell him he's okay. While Max turned to the restaurant door, found a handsome man with thinly-floated hair and gray eyes, clutching a blond woman, walking towards him and Wulan.

"Wulans?" call the guy.

Wulan raised her face slowly. True exists. Pierre. The man was in front of him. The man who broke his heart. A man who makes five years of his life is like being in limbo, a world between life and death.

The man he once loved.

Wulan's lips twitched. He could not even pronounce the man's name. His eyes panted towards the woman beside Pierre. She was treated well by her ex-husband. Look, Pierre is holding his hand. Wulan's heart was burning.

Why don't you ever take me like that, Pierre.

Max positioned himself beside Wulan and stared intently at Pierre. It seems he understands what is going on. He easily guessed who this man before him was.

"How are you, Wulan?" ask Pierre. "Ah, this is Amelie, my future wife."

The woman called Amelie smiled. A triumphant smile.

Wulan. He knows that name. Wife-to-be? That fast. Of course, they had been in a long relationship. Long before his divorce with Pierre.

"And you?" ask Pierre to Max.

"I'm his girlfriend." Max embraces the friendly Wulan. Maraih her chin and malu malu her thin lips soft.

Wulan who did not expect to get such treatment from Max did not have time to avoid. He rounded his eyes. Surprised not playing.

"We're getting engaged in a little while, anyway" Max said as he let go of his kiss.

Pierre. " What about bon (ohya)?" He looked at Wulan in disbelief. "Are you so desperate that you've made a teenager your lover?"

"Hey, I'm 25, okay?" hardik Max growled. "Allez, Bebe (luck, baby)!"

Max grabs Wulan's arm then passes from in front of Pierre and Amelie.

Wulan was still silent. He looks in shock. Up to a few meters they walked, he stopped and pulled his arm roughly out of Max's grasp.

Plakk.

One slap landed on Max's cheek. "You're really insolent!" his yell.

Max stroked his hot cheek.

"It's too much of you, Max. I'm your teacher, for god's sake (by God)!"

"Hey, I just want to help you" Max said.

Wulan was about to slap back Max's face but was soon undone. He stomped his tightly clenched palm.

Without looking at Max, Wulan passed quickly from before the young man.

"Miss!" call Max. But Wulan ignored him. He just kept stepping away.

"Miss!"

"Guil!"

"Merde (shit)!" mean it.

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Thank you Kangspoer a. k. a Septira Wihartanti the late author Lady's Gentleman for her visual recommendation Maximilian. 🤣🤣