The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 20. Tu Me Manque (I Miss You).

JEAN BAPTISTE - SAY, SURESNES.

"Past Perfect tense," said Wulan while circulating his views on the whole class, which as usual, was busy with their respective activities. Make noise.

There were only a few students who were paying close attention. Among them is Nadia. But his eyes were sharp he pointed at Wulan. So cynical. Making Wulan inwardly shudder.

He turned his eyes to Max's chair. Blank. The boy had not been in for three days. Actually it was a little relieved, he did not have to come face to face with the little boy after what he had done three days ago. That night at his apartment.

However, his ignorant smile just flashed through his mind without excuse.

What the hell!

Wulan closed her eyes at a glance. He tried to shake off the feelings - the end of this strange feeling - end up reaching him, if you remember the bengal boy.

"There are several functions of the Past Perfect Tense."

Wulan picked up the boardmarker and walked towards the whiteboard.

"Explain the moment that has been completed."

Formula :

-After (simple past tense + after + past perfect tense)

Before by the time, when (past perfect tense + -before / by the time / when + simple past tense)

Example :

When he came last night, the cake had run out. 

"Can anyone give another example?" ask Wulan.

Nadia raised her hand. His cynical smile was still on its heels.

"Oui, Nadia, please."

"Last night, I caught my boyfriend had slept with my teacher (Yesterday night, I found my girlfriend had slept with my teacher).

Nadia's answer was not good to make the whole class cheer her.

Dada Wulan rippled to hear the example of the answer uttered by Nadia. I don't know what the girl meant.

Who does he mean by girlfriend?

Max's?

Did he know Max was in his apartment that night? So he gave such satire sentences.

"Bravo, Nadia. Is there anything else?" Wulan stared one by one the faces of the students. "Etienne?"

Etienne who was sitting behind the empty chair that Max used to sit on just scratched her head and put on her confused face. Making Wulan no longer want to add to the burden of the young man.

"Okay, let's move on."

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Damien approached Wulan who had just dropped out of her class. Wulan's smile was thin for the thinly-floated man.

"I'll pick you up tonight, okay?" damien said while aligning his steps with Wulan.

Wulan frowned. "Ah, yes, the concert." He patted her on the forehead remembering the promise of watching the opera tonight. "Okay," he continued.

"Hour seven. I'll pick you up."

Wulan nodded small. Damien's whereabouts can take his mind off Max.

"Monseiur (Sir)!"

One call made both of them look back. There was Nadia who was standing not far from them. His face looks grim.

"Yes, Nadia?" asked Damien with a flat face.

"I'm having a problem. I have to talk to you, ", Nadia said. He glanced cynically at Wulan.

"Emm . but, school hours are over" Damien said, checking the clock on his wrist.

Wulan touched Damien's arm slowly. "Don't limit yourself to school hours if there are students who need you."

Damien breathed deeply - deeply. He doesn't want to deal with Nadia.

"To my room" he said, gesturing for Nadia to follow him. "See you tonight, Wulan!" he shouted while turning around at a glance and waving at Wulan.

Nadia stepped past Wulan while looking at her sharply. Wulan replied with a smile.

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"Nadia, watch your attitude!" erang Damien as soon as he closed his room, and got an unexpected lip attack from Nadia.

Damien turned his face and pushed Nadia's body slowly. He told the girl to sit down.

"I miss you, Damien," said Nadia spoiled. He returned to Damien and wrapped his arms around the man's neck.

"Don't be here, Nadia. Please. I don't want to risk my job anymore" she said, releasing Nadia's arm from her neck.

Nadia was upset. "What do you have to do with the new teacher?" tanyanya bright - bright. That was his goal to see Damien.

"Listen, I need someone my age to be able to take me seriously in a relationship."

"Then what about me? You're gonna leave me?" nadia Hardik half yelled. He was not playing.

Damien put his index finger on his lips. Tell Nadia to be quiet, or lower her tone.

"No. I'm not leaving you." Damien stroked the girl's cheek.

Nadia was shaking her lips. Head bowed. "Where are you taking her tonight?"

"Just watch a concert" he replied as he tidied up his desk.

Nadia's face still grimaced. He breathed a rough breath.

"Is that all you want to talk about?" damien asked without looking at Nadia.

"I need the money" said Nadia.

"I'll transfer it later."

"But, when can I spend the night with you again?"

Damien supported his body with both hands on the table. "I'll let you know, okay?" He beckoned with a gesture of his head at Nadia to leave her room.

Back Nadia sighed harshly. With pouting lips he stepped out and left the sound of the door being closed violently.

Damien nodded slowly.

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STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

"Putain (fucking)!" maki Etienne once reached the rooftop of the building and saw Max sitting enjoying his cigarette casually on the edge of the building.

"Putain (fucking)!" the meaning returned once he saw the bruises on Max's face and the wounds on his temple that had dried up. "What happened to you?" ask Etienne while sitting next to Max. A can of beer that he has been carrying since.

Max smoked his cigarette carefully. Then throw his butt under the building.

"Some one beat me."

"White!" For the umpteenth time Etienne cursed. "C'etait qui (who)?"

"Ben, je sais pas (yes, don't know). Two big men. I don't know them."

"Hmmm . don't - not another Cannabis seller," muttered Etienne as she stroked her beard.

Max turned his shoulders. He was not too concerned about the persecution he received by two unknown men a few days ago. In his mind there was only Wulan and his Mother Master's anger towards him.

"You seen Miss Wulan?" ask Max.

"Whatchu mean? Of course I saw it. He would teach every day at school."

"I mean .. emm .. did he ask me?"

Etienne. "No. Why the hell?"

Max did not answer. He took a cigarette from Etienne's pack and lit it.

"Attend, attend (wait, wait). You guys are so weird. It's usually Miss Wulan who always asks you if you don't go to school. But now, you're the one who asked."

Max didn't budge. He smoked his cigarette and played smoke with his mouth.

"Don't don't .. There's something between you guys," Etienne suspected.

Max hissing. He came back to smoke his cigarettes. Not responding to Etienne's words.

"I like it."

"C'est pas vrai (right one)?" Etienne widened her eyes. "How come? Since when? Are you serious, Max?"

Max only grimaced while shuffling his half-snouted black hair. The view leads to the Eiffel Tower, which appears much taller than all the buildings in Paris. But it was Wulan's face that appeared in his eyes.

"He is an adult woman. And you .. only sixteen."

"Seventeen years, end of the year" Max said.

"Yes, yeah .. whatever." Etienne flicked her hand. "When did you like it?" He repeated the question.

"Since the first time I saw him. Do you remember when I kicked a ball at him?"

Etienne nodded - nodding. Her memories go back to their first-ever interaction with Wulan on the school grounds.

"Elle est tres belle (she's very pretty)" Max murmured as he smiled. "I miss him" he continued.

Etienne slammed Max's head lightly.

"Fais Attention (beware), Max .. You can get Miss Wulan into trouble."

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