The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 14. Let Me Draw You (Let Me Draw You).

MARAIS, PARIS.

Wulan noticed people walking in and out of the Picasso Museum across the street. He leaned his back against the walls of the elongated apartment building painted with young cream along the Rue de Thorigny. Occasionally glimpsed the clock on his wrist. At 10:15. He was waiting for Max who had not yet revealed his nose.

Wulan was starting to get upset. The appointment at nine in the morning, in fact the child was already over an hour late.

"Miss!"

He saw Max running from his right side. Looks like he just came out of the subway station door. Unlike usual, his appearance was quite neat this time. Light blue jean pants and long black thick coat wrapped in red checkered shirt. His long black hair and half long hair that he usually ties just any now he comb neatly back.

Wulan pointed at her watch right in front of Max's face.

"Sorry, Miss," he chuckled as he stroked his nape. "There was some sudden business."

Wulan rolled both her eyeballs and shook her head slightly. Then he swept his palm into the air. A sign that he will soon forget his frustration.

"Alors (so)?" ask Wulan. "You said you'd show me something" he said.

Max nodded. Then allow Wulan to walk first. Then he offset Wulan's small steps. Tracing the sidewalk that began to be crowded by tourists.

Passing through the neatly lined shops with classic Parisian buildings, the two continued walking until Max stopped his steps in a small painting gallery.

Wulan twitched her forehead as Max pushed the ivory-painted door. He knew very well this gallery belonged to Patrick. The old man he bought the painting from about two years ago. But he soon follows Max into the gallery.

"Bonjour (good morning), Patrick," said Max kindly to Patrick who was busy tidying up some knickknacks in his etal. Wulan's surprised. Max knew Patrick.

"Max ...." Patrick stops his activities and greets Max. He looked towards Wulan. The old man squinted his forehead. It was like trying to remember who this beautiful woman in front of him was.

"Wrap (hello), Patrick. I'm wulan ...."

"Ahh, you were the one who bought Lady Magnifica's painting that day with your husband, weren't you?"

"That's right," said Wulan. "You've got a really good job, Patrick," he said.

"I always remember the people who bought my special paintings" Patrick recalls.

"Ah, d'accord (so)."

Patrick turned his eyes to Max again. "You know each other?" tanyakanya.

"Oui (yes), he's my teacher" Max replied. "I'll take my stuff," he said as he stepped toward a locker at the end of the room. Then take the big bag out of there.

"See you later, Patrick," said Max. Then gestured for Wulan to leave the place.

Wulan says goodbye to Patrick. The man waved to her.

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Max stopped his steps at the corner of the Pont Marie bridge. Put his bag on the floor, and started taking out his painting equipment.

Wulan who was standing behind him was flabbergasted to witness it. Then his smile came up.

"I never thought, Max," he said, helping Max with his equipment. "You're a street painter here. Amazing."

"I learned from Patrick."

Wulan punched softly on Max's shoulder. "Basar you are. You pretended not to know when I talked about Patrick to you."

Max wettest. Then he prepared a mini folding chair and easel.

"Miss, sit here." Max patted his chair.

"Moi (me)?" wulan asked in astonishment as she pointed to herself.

"Oui, toi (yes, you)."

Wulan. Then follow Max's request to sit in the chair that the young man had prepared.

"You want to paint me?" ask Wulan.

"Yes," replied Max short while preparing canvas, brushes, and paint along with knick-knacks.

Max stared at Wulan's face for a moment. Tilting his head while looking for a good angle to start his hand scratches.

He got up from his seat and approached Wulan.

"Excusez-moi (excuse me)." His hand grabbed Wulan's scattered hair and tidied it up. They made their faces so close. Max stole a glance at the pretty face before him.

Wulan became awkward. He immediately threw a glance at the road.

"Voila" said Max, putting the last touch on Wulan's hair.

He sat back in front of the canvas and started playing around on it.

Their eyes met, each time Max traced every corner of that sweet face to be poured into the canvas.

And Wulan's heart reacted strangely when the pair of blue eyes seemed to have a magical power that was so hypnotic.

It looks ... mesmerizing.

Wulan shook her head unconsciously. Faced with strange thoughts in his brain.

"Don't move, Miss," Max said, making him gasp.

"Sorry." Wulan swallowed his saliva. He laughed at himself in his heart. His brain started to groan due to an overwhelming sense of awkwardness.

After all, why would he feel awkward with a Max?

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"Wow!" exclaimed Wulan as soon as Max showed the results of his painting. The woman inside the canvas looked ninety-nine percent similar to her.

"I thought you were gonna prank me by making my face ugly" she said.

Max wettest. "It's possible that I painted you while you were in class with that tense, creepy face of yours."

"Hey, it's all because of you bengal kids!" wulan hatch.

"I always sit sweet in class" Max protested.

"Yes, yeah, of course. It's so sweet that you never pay attention to my lessons. You fall asleep in class, or even engrossed in your own world."

Max grimaces at Wulan's words.

"By the way. How much is the painting?"

"For you free."

"Don't Max. A work must be appreciated. You're looking for money here anyway, aren't you?"

Max thought for a moment. He looked at Wulan who was still busy looking at the painting himself.

"How about dinner" he said.

"Eat dinner? You want me to buy you dinner?" ask Wulan.

"No, I invited you to dinner with me."

Wulan ruffled Max's hair. "You are like a grown man!"

"I'm an adult, Miss."

"You're a 16-year-old," said Wulan.

Max breathed slowly. "Alors (so)?"

"I'll pay for your painting."

Max shook his head. Then collect the goods and put them in a bag. A look of disappointment on his face.

"50 euros" he said, extending his hand without looking at Wulan.

"You're kidding me" Wulan said in disbelief.

"What else, Miss?"

"Too cheap for a painting as good as this."

Max clucking. "That's the price I pegged, Miss."

Wulan took the wallet out of her bag. Then take out one sheet of 100 euros and one sheet of 50s. He grabbed Max's hand and placed the money in the young man's palm.

"Hmm .. it's good enough to buy a few bottles of water," he muttered, making Wulan turn both his eyes.

Max put the green sheet in his pocket. Then he grabbed his big bag and walked ahead of Wulan who was still standing in his place while holding a painting in his hand.

"Want a drink with me, Miss?" haggling Max while looking towards Wulan.

Wulan stepped closer to Max and gently hit the tip of his head.

"Basic you're a bad boy!" mean it.

Max chuckles. "I'm kidding, Miss. You're serious," he said in between his laughter.

"We're going to Patrick's. I have to drop my things. You can also frame the painting there."

Wulan nodded in agreement. Then push Max to walk back in front of him.

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