The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 22. T'es Tres Belle Aujourd'hui (You Are Beautiful Once Today).

STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

Slowly Max opened the door of his apartment and checked the entire room. Looks dark. There was only a light bias from the outside that burst in through the window. He touched the switch near the door and turned it on.

The living room is empty. But his father's room door was slightly open. And sayup - sayup he heard strange sounds that resembled moans and moans.

The curious Max immediately stepped closer to his father's room and peered into it.

"Fils de pute (to the rat)!" it means seeing a scene he never expected in there.

The father and a woman, both of whom were half-naked in bed. Max had caught the indecent scenes that made him immediately turn his head and leave.

"Dgueulasse (disgusting)!" mean it.

He walked quickly to his room when he was still hearing voices that made him nauseous from inside the father's room.

Max slammed the door hard. He threw his backpack and threw his body on the bed. Open the zipper bag and reach for the phone and earphones.

Soon after playing a song from Adrienne Pauly titled Chut (silent) pampering his ears, flowing gently soothing the contents of his head, and throwing a sense of disgust that a moment ago dominated his mind.

Now the shadow of the beautiful Mother Teacher, Wulan began to cross just like that. Dancing - nari follows the rhythm of chill music with romantic lyrics that make his chest rustle.

He folded his arms under his head while closing his eyes and his smile continued on his thin lips.

Thinking about Wulan, was the only thing that made her happy this end. Although the woman may only consider him to be her disciple, nothing more.

His smile disappeared when he heard the door of his room being pounded loudly from outside. Then came the voice of the father calling - calling his name.

He took off the earphones and headed towards the door. The tired-looking face of the father poked out as soon as he opened the door.

"Where's money? I need it now," said the middle-aged man, raising his palm and moving his fingers, gesturing for Max to comply immediately.

"I don't have any money." Max is upset. "No to pay pela cur!"

"Breng sek's son!" Ludovic pushed Max's chest back a few steps. Then without further ado - the stale stepped in and took Max's backpack lying on the bed and began to examine its contents.

As soon as the man found Max's wallet, he immediately took out some of the hundred euros in it.

Ludovic grinned and patted the green sheet against Max's forehead.

"You took everything?" max protests while pulling Ludovic's collar but soon the man releases Max's hand and pushes him hard until his back hits the wall.

"Dare to fight me?" The father gave a warning while pointing at Max's face.

"Basic to rat!" maki Max was so angry.

Ludovic returned to grin. Then it just passed by while slamming the door of the room.

Max kicked the folding chair that was nearby until it toppled over. His mouth issued various kinds of swearing in order to vent his anger.

He grabbed the wallet that was still on the bed. Blank. Max threw it just like that. He was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Money from the sale of cannabis this afternoon ludes not left. He plans to take Wulan this weekend to a painting show in Les Marais. And he had devised a plan afterwards to get Wulan to watch a movie, eat, or just drink coffee.

Max ruffled his hair rough.

He sat down and twisted his brain thinking about how to get money to ask his Teacher's Mother out on a date.

A date?

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MARAIS LES, SURESNES.

"Did any of your paintings include in the show, Max?" wulan asked, as soon as he and Max stepped out of the underground station near the Pablo Picasso museum.

Now the two walk side by side on the crowded Les Marais sidewalk.

"There are five paintings. All I put on Patrick's stand."

"Wow. I can't wait to see your paintings."

Max wettest. "My painting is not perfect, Miss. I still have a lot to learn."

"You're kidding." Wulan slapped Max's shoulder. "Your painting is very good."

Wulan snorted. This child always has a stock of words that can make his chest rustle.

"Miss, I forgot something" Max said, stopping his steps.

Wulan frowned. "Forgot what?"

"Commenting on your performance today," replied Max. Making Wulan roll both his eyes.

"You're so beautiful today."

Wulan's lips are throbbing. Then shook slowly. Please, Max, stop. Wulan howled in her heart.

"Are other days I'm ugly?"

"Pretty. But today you are more beautiful" said Max, looking at Wulan from head to toe.

Wulan, with a light blue long thick knit sweater, combined with black leggings and ankle-high boots, then a winter knit hat on her head, and a scarf matching the sweater, it looks so sweet. Especially with his long black hair that just draped away.

"Where did you learn to seduce a woman like this, Naughty Child!" Wulan pulled a handful of Max's hair in her arms.

"Since I met you," she rubbed her hair pulled by Wulan. "Institute, Miss."

"It is forbidden to seduce your own Master!" hardik Wulan's. He quickly stepped ahead of Max. Didn't want the bengal boy to see his cheeks that began to turn red. There was Max laughing back there.

A few moments later they arrived at the Pont Marie bridge, where the exhibition took place. The area next to the Seine has been transformed into an outdoor gallery full of booths - painting stands by many amateur painters in Paris and beyond.

Max and Wulan approach Patrick who is talking to someone. Exhibition visitors, it seems. As soon as he saw the two, Patrick made a gesture with his hand allowing the person to see - look at the painting.

"Wrap (hello), Patrick." Wulan greeted Patrick. Kissing the old man's cheeks at a glance.

"Yes, Miss Wulan. It's good to see you here. It must be Max who forced you, yes," he joked as he glanced at Max with his mischievous smile.

Wulan chuckles. He nudged Max's waist with his elbow. The young man smiled awkwardly.

"I'll go around looking - look at the painting. See you later, Patrick," Wulan was greeted with a nod of the old man's head.

"I will accompany you, Miss," Max said as he pursued Wulan's steps.

"So, which one is your painting?" ask Wulan while checking one by one the paintings on display in Patrick's stand.

"The one in front of you is one of them." Max pointed to one painting in front of Wulan. What is presented on canvas is really stunning.

A psychedelic work that is difficult to digest by the brain of a layman. The combination of colors that contrast with the absurd theme makes Wulan widened his eyes amazed.

"Wow!" said it. "I guess you're just following the realist classics, Max?"

"I wanna try something new (i wanna try something new)."

"Bravo." Wulan clapped her hands. "Where are you inspired?"

Max chuckled while scratching his non-itchy head. "You promise you won't report me to the police if I tell you?"

Wulan raised her eyebrows. Demand Max's answer immediately.

"Let's juana ..." the gelap.

Wulan hissing. "Based on you, Naughty Boy!" hardik Wulan while hitting Max's head. He hardened his laughter as soon as he saw the reaction of his Master Mother.

"Maximilian? Max?"

A voice forced Wulan and Max to turn their heads. A cute brown-haired girl put a smile before them. He looked at Max with sparkling eyes.

"I'm Eloise, you remember me?"

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