The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 15. Son Bon Coeur (His Heart is Good).

STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

Max breaks his intention into his apartment when he sees a girl just coming out the next door.

He crossed both arms in front of his chest. Staring sharply at the Middle Eastern-faced girl. The clothes behind his coat look very minimal. Combined with knee-length boots with high heels. Her makeup was a little striking.

"Where are you going?" ask Max.

"Ben (yes), go." The girl answered briefly. And then passed from in front of Max.

"He's dead!" max exclaimed as he pulled the girl's arm and pushed her against the corridor wall.

Nadia brushed off Max's hand. "What do you want?"

"Hey, you think I don't know if you're still in touch with that Damien guy?"

"It's none of your business!" sergeant Nadia.

"Of course it's my business. He's just using ...." Max clucking. Then raise his palm while looking at the body wrapped in Nadia's mini clothes.

Nadia grieves. "You're not my brother, Max. Just take care of your own life."

Max gripped the collar of Nadia's coat growled. "Your mother would be sad to know you're doing this!"

"I need money to have fun, Max."

"What should you do by selling your body to Damien?"

Nadia pushed Max's chest rough until his back hit the wall.

"You think you're better than me, Max?" insinuations. He stared intently at Max with a fierce gaze. Then he quickly left the young man.

"Don't interfere with my business!" nadia shouted from a distance.

Max clenched his palm. He wanted to punch the corridor wall, but he broke his intention. Until finally he heard the sound of his palms clashing with the wall.

He opened the apartment door violently. In his heart he would not care if Ludovic, his father, would shout at him as soon as he saw him enter.

However, the living room looks quiet. He did not see the figure of a middle-aged man who usually sat or fell asleep on his favorite sofa. He also checked his father's bedroom. Niente.

Stupid timing.

Max intends to enter his room when he hears the sound of the door being knocked on by someone.

He opened it immediately. A woman in her forties with a typical Middle Eastern face stood up and smiled at her. His hand held a plate of food.

"Max, I brought shawarma for you" said the woman, holding up the plate in her hand. He went inside and checked the room that looked quiet. "Where's your Dad?"

"I don't know, Maman (mama)."

Max called the woman Mama. She considered him her own mother. The woman is just a neighbor who happily takes care of Max from the baby. When the father is depressed because of the death of his biological mother and does not want to accept Max's presence in this world. The father considers, Max's birth to be the cause of death of the woman he loved so much.

She had just given birth to a baby girl, with a big heart, took the initiative to take Max and take care of him like her own child.

When Max turned 10 years old, the father began to be willing to accept the presence of his son. Still, he treated her very badly. Till now.

This woman in front of him, Lady Dasia Kareem, a woman of Lebanese descent with a shady and soothing face. Max loved her very much.

"Eat, Max." Lady Dasia pulled the chair from under the dining table and placed the plate she carried onto the table. He then told Max to sit down in front of him.

"Merci, Maman."

Max took a piece of his favorite Lebanese food and bit it. While his gaze traced a shady face but looked tired in front of it.

"What's up, Maman?" ask Max while chewing his food.

Madame Dasia took a deep breath - deep. "Nadia ..The child is getting more and more unruly" he said. "Nearly every night he went out of the house in skimpy clothes, and came home late drunk. What's he doing out there?" Madam Dasia let out her breath again. "If reprimanded he always rampages. I was so confused to face the boy."

Max undoes his intention to go back to biting the shawarma piece in his hand.

"Saman, I'll take care of him for you."

Lady Dasia patting - pat Max's arm gently. His eyes held great hope in him.

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Wulan swept her gaze across the classroom. While waiting for his students to do the tasks he gave.

He saw the girl, Nadia Kareem, biting her pencil while chatting with her friend. Her emo appearance is quite striking. Thick eyeshadow that makes both eyes look smokey, all-black clothes, and boots ala cadas music band personnel.

He did not pay much attention to Nadia before in class. Until Adrienne recounts her case with Damien.

For a child her age, Nadia looks mature. His face was a little lame, and his body was insane.

Wulan's gaze now turned to Max's chair. He realized that the boy was not in his chair. Apparently he didn't go to class. This morning, he saw her go to school.

Where's the kid going?

And when the class ended, Wulan gave orders to the entire class to collect papers about them. Wulan. A progression, there were five children working on it. Including Etienne. Previously Wulan was quite upset with only two people who wanted to do the problem.

"Etienne!" call him to the young man. He was about to leave the classroom after collecting his papers.

"Oui, Miss," he replied as he stepped back and stopped in front of Wulan's desk. He rolled his eyes flirtatious. "Would you ask me out, Miss?" goda.

"In your dreams!" hardik Wulan made Etienne laugh. "Where's Max?"

Etienne. "Why do you always ask Max?"

"I saw him leave school this morning, but why didn't he go to class?"

"Where do I know, Miss," he said. "You miss him, don't you?"

Wulan stood up from her seat and smacked the stack of papers into the tip of Etienne's head violently. He made the young man complain of pain.

"Go there!" exclaim Wulan growled.

Etienne stepped away grimacing and rubbing her head.

Wulan tidied up her books and papers and took them out of the classroom. He walked through the corridor to Master's toilet at the end of the hall.

He was busy putting paper - paper matter into his bag when the incense - sound of noise - noisily when passing through the men's toilet. Wulan stopped her steps and observed the entrance of the slightly open toilet room. He slowly approached. The voice of someone shouting at each other was clear.

Wulan also ventured to look into the toilet room that has several sinks there. He was surprised to see Max pushing someone against the wall and clutching his collar. One of his clenched palms had prepared to hit that person's face.

Damien's.

"Max, what are you doing?" pekik Wulan could not believe what he saw.

Both Max and Damien, they were equally surprised by Wulan's presence there.

Max lowered his hand and pushed Damien's body against the wall. While Damien swiftly tidied up his clothes that looked messy.

"Damien, are you okay?" wulan asked Damien who was now walking towards her.

"Yes, Wulan, I'm fine" he replied, standing next to Wulan and smiling at Max.

"What's your problem, Max?" hardik Wulan sharp.

Without saying a word, Max walked past Damien and Wulan. Then pushed the toilet door violently and passed.

"This kid is really annoying." Wulan muttered as she stepped out of the toilet, followed by Damien.

He caught a glimpse of Max's back before disappearing at the junction of the corridor.

"I don't know why she is, Wulan. Suddenly he went into the toilet and attacked me." Damien tried to explain.

Wulan sighed softly. "I'll talk to the boy."

Damien closed his eyes for a moment while raising his head. Then she brushed her hair back.

His face looks agitated.

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