The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 16. If Only You Knew (If You Know).

Wulan ran towards Max and Etienne who were walking out the main door of the school. He pulled Max's arm hard. Forcing the young man to look. Etienne who was standing next to Max was singing her lips as her forehead flinched.

"Max, je veux parler avec toi (i want to talk to you)!"

Max only glanced at Wulan. Then continue his steps. Etienne scratched - scratching her head a sign that she was confused.

"Max!" call Wulan.

"Max!" Etienne repeated the call of Wulan.

Max clucking. Then stop the steps. Wulan looked at Etienne at a glance. The young man just spread his shoulders.

"Quoi (what), Miss?" ask Max. He turned around and approached Wulan.

"Bon allez, je part (yes it is, I'm gone)." Etienne slapped and raised both her hands. Looking at Wulan and Max in turn and then passed.

"Max, what's the matter with you and Monsieur Arsenault?" cecar Wulan's.

"I don't like it. That's all."

Wulan watched Max's slightly bowed face. Max's height is a few inches higher than him, making Wulan have to tilt his head.

"That's all?" ask Wulan in disbelief.

"Yes." Yeah."

Max confirmed the location of his backpack and stepped out of Wulan towards the school area. He walked quickly down the sidewalk and stopped across from the entrance of Michel-Ange Auteuil subway station.

As soon as the pedestrian lights were on, Max crossed the street and went down the stairs into the station.

He tucked his ticket into the ticket hole in front of the automatic doorstop. After the machine marks the ticket's magnetic stripe and exits in the other hole, Max picks up the ticket, then pushes its automatic door.

Max stepped in with those who passed on to the platform.

He felt someone standing next to him. Her faint smile rose when she found a sweet face with her beautiful eyes staring intently at her.

"What else, Miss?" tanyakanya.

"Whatever your problem is with Monsieur Arsenault, your treatment of him is unjustified. You must keep your modesty in front of a Master. Moreover, he is much older than you," Wulan explained straightforwardly.

"I will respect someone if they deserve to be respected."

"Damien doesn't deserve to be respected?"

Max turned his shoulders. "You score yourself, Miss," he said, stepping into the metro that had just stopped before him.

Wulan followed Max and sat down next to the young man.

"My dinner is still going on, Miss," said Max, gently nudging Wulan's arm.

"Do you have any money?"

Max chuckles. "My money comes and goes easily."

Wulan. "How about dinner in my apartment?" the trickle makes Max's eyes sparkle.

"I totally agree."

"Mais (but) .. there's a condition."

"C'est quoi (what is it)?"

"Take your friends too. Stephen, Frederick emm .. Chen."

"Can't!" exclaim Max loudly. Made some people who were inside the carriage turn their heads towards him at a glance.

"Pourquoi (why?)?" asked Wulan with a face of astonishment. "I want to get to know you guys better."

Max clucking. His face looks grim. "They're so annoying, Miss. They're chatty, disrespectful and eat it a lot."

"Are you not a bitch?" wulan hatch.

"I'm different, Miss."

Wulan was stunned to hear the words of the rancid boy beside her. Then he reached into his bag and picked up a small journal book and a pencil. He opened it and wrote something there.

Wulan tore the paper she had just tulisi and handed it to Max.

"You seriously want to take them too, Miss?" ask Max. I hope that beautiful woman changes her mind.

"Yes," Wulan replied as she nodded steadily.

Max clucked. With a sullen face he crossed both arms in front of his chest.

"What if I come to your apartment now?" he bargained and was met with a small blow at the end of his head.

"Saturday. Seven o'clock at night. Bring your friends."

"But I want to be with you both."

Wulan widened her two beautiful eyes.

"Ma - I mean, I can't freely chat with you if there are any of them."

"Why indeed? Are they not your close friends. I told you, Max.I want to get to know you guys better" Wulan said. "Owh, you can also take Nadia. Or the others."

"Nadia?" Max squinted his forehead.

"Yes," Wulan replied as she stood up and prepared - ready to exit the metro when she heard the announcement of the next stop at the station.

"Bye, Max." Wulan waved at Max as soon as the train had stopped perfectly.

"Wait, Miss."

Max follows Wulan out of the automatic door and walks in parallel with Wulan to the stairs up the highway.

"Why did you get down here?" ask Wulan in astonishment.

"I'll walk from here. It's only a few kilometers anyway."

The two walked next to each other on the side of the road. Max smiled his thin smile every time he glanced at the tiny woman beside him.

"How old are you, Miss?" ask Max to start the conversation.

"It is impolite to ask a woman's age," hardened Wulan. "Obviously I'm much older than you. It's even far away."

Max chuckles. "Sorry," he said as he ruffled his half-shabby black hair. "What country are you from, Miss?"

"You think?" challenge Wulan while raising her palm in front of her own face. Forcing Max to guess.

"Enmmm ...." Max tilted his head and tried to examine Wulan's face. "Thailande?"

Wulan.

"Phyilippine?"

"Non, Indonesie."

"Owh, I've heard of it. C'est tres loin d'ici (very far from here)," he murmured. "I've never been abroad, Miss," Max said, chuckling in embarrassment.

"C'est pas grave (it's okay). You're still very young. There's still plenty of time for adventure."

Wulan stopped her steps in front of an apartment entrance.

"I've arrived," he said. "Yes, until tomorrow then, Max."

"Aren't you going to tell me to come in?"

Wulan. "I've got to rest, Naughty Boy!"

"I'm just kidding, Miss." Max smiled at his smile.

Wulan slapped Max's shoulder. "A demain (until tomorrow)" he said as he pushed open the door and stepped inside the building.

A few moments Max stood while continuing to smile. Then he looked up hoping that Wulan would appear on one of the iron-fenced balconies there.

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