The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 17. Don't Ever Think About It (Don't Try - Try Thinking About It).

Wulan was stunned to see the painting, Max's hand scratches that he had neatly framed and he installed on the wall of the living room of his apartment.

He smiled knot.

Max's serious face while painting, clearly drawn in his mind. Looks more mature than his age. When her beautiful blue eyes collided with her eyes, Wulan sensed that something strange was making her chest, thump.

Just imagining it makes his chest ripple again.

Wulan, don't ever think about it (don't try - try to think about it).

He was just lonely.

And the presence of Max with all the problems he had, a little more able to divert his mind from the wounds of the heart that has not yet dried up.

Yes, that's all. Max is like all his other students. They need attention and they need an approach.

Wulan sighed deeply - deeply.

He walked slowly into his room. Change his clothes with a pajama, then lie on the bed and pull a thick blanket covering his body up to the neck.

His eyes glared at the sky - the sky of the room. He looked beside her. The shadow of Pierre sleeping there infiltrated his mind. It had been a year since Pierre packed his things and walked away. It felt like it just happened yesterday. Still fresh in his memory.

The sound of police car sirens on patrol roared out there. Be a song before going to bed every night.

Wulan tried to close her eyes. Set his breath slowly to neutralize his mind.

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"How are you, Wulan?"

"Ah, this is Amelie, my future wife."

Wulan. Wife-to-be? That quick?

Pierre grinning. While Amelie, the blond woman with fashionable makeup was widened.

Amelie pointed at Wulan's face while continuing to laugh at her. Even the woman's voice sounded roaring filled her ears.

"Stop!" exclaimed Wulan while covering both ears with his palm.

"You're a loser, Wulan!"

"Look at you, pathetic."

"Pathetic!"

"Pathetic!"

Wulan knelt down while continuing to cover her ears. Trying to drive away the voice - the voice that was earthy - speech in his head.

"Miss!"

Max's sturdy hand grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms. Wulan felt as if - the world would turn. And the floor on which it rested collapsed to the bottom of the earth.

Wulan was wide-eyed when she found herself in Max's arms. Not just any Max. It has white wings. He took her flying up into the sky.

Max takes her to land on a beautiful meadow. His blue eyes were staring at him full of cravings.

Somehow, Max's lips had now gently clenched his lips. Very soft, yet cold. Like snow.

"Je t'aime (i love you), Miss Wulan."

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Wulan. He opened his eyes slowly. Breath hunting. He swallowed his saliva, to wet his dry throat.

He grabbed a cell phone on the nightstand. Clenching - blink his eyes to see clearly what time it is.

At one in the morning.

Wulan rubbed her face slowly. What kind of dream is that. His chest pounded.

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JEAN LYCEE - BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

"You okay?" ask Damien. He looked at Wulan's face which looked cute. Dropped while stirring a cup of coffee that had not been tasted earlier.

"Ah, yes, I'm fine" Wulan replied as she smiled. He spread his gaze around the corner of the school cafeteria. However, his head was filled with the shadow of his dream last night.

"You haven't agreed to my dinner yet."

"Eat dinner?" Wulan gasped.

"Yes, this weekend."

"Emm .. I already have an appointment this weekend."

Damien was blinking his lips. "Sunday, maybe?"

"I'm sorry, Damien, I always spend Sundays in total rest."

"How about next week?" bargain Damien while touching his palm on Wulan's arm.

He hurriedly pulled his arm awkwardly. "We'll see (we'll see later)."

"D'accord (okay)."

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In the corner of the cafeteria, Nadia stared intently at the two teachers who were chatting in the other corner. His typical Middle Eastern face looks furious. Both of his palms were clenched.

He shook. He really didn't like the view. Damien and the new Master looked familiar. It really made Nadia angry. He wanted to flush the woman with a glass of lemon juice on her table.

He jealous.

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Nadia stood leaning her back against the corridor wall. While his gaze was sharp towards the two Master who were walking both closer towards him.

He thought of something. He wanted to make Damien angry. Her eyes turned to Max and Etienne clutching in front of their locker.

Nadia took a deep breath - deep. As soon as Damien and Wulan started to approach, he stepped towards Max and turned the young man's body around.

The sound of Max's neck and the death of his thin lips greedily. Max, who had not dodged, now tried to release himself by pushing Nadia's shoulder hard.

"Hey, don't kiss in the school environment!" exclaims Damien who was forced to stop his steps to see the indecent scene that the two children did.

Wulan who was next to Damien was shocked. And so is Max. His face looks pale. Staring at Wulan with an expression that was difficult to decipher.

Nadia smiled in oblique fashion. Mission succeeded. Hope so. Etienne, as usual, looked confused.

"You two will be in my room!" damien said in a high voice. With quick steps, it passed.

Wulan glanced at Max. Only a split second did their eyes meet. Without saying a word, it passed.

Max could only stop looking at Wulan's departure. Now he turned around and pushed Nadia against the wall.

"Qu'est - ce que tu fais (what are you doing)!" he snapped at Nadia who was still smiling with satisfaction.

"Merci (thank you), Max," he said in a mocking tone. Then push Max's chest and leave the young man with his overflowing anger.

Etienne who did not understand anything just rounded her eyes and put on a dumb face.

"Merde (fucking)!" maki Max hits her locker door hard.

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