The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 29. Can I Borrow Your Shoulder (Can I Borrow Your Shoulder)?

Wulan decides to look for Max at Patrick's gallery in Les Marais. The old man said Max had been staying at his place for a few days and was meeting a friend at Boot Cafe just off the gallery.

He finds Max there and finds the young man having a warm conversation with Eloise. Wulan decided to abandon her intention to meet Max. He was glad the boy was okay and had a talking partner.

Wulan passed by without Max knowing her presence in the tavern.

And now, Wulan was sitting alone on her living room couch, with a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes that had just been reduced by one stick.

He is not a heavy smoker. He only enjoys cigarettes when he feels like he is in a mess. Like at the moment. Heart's fucked. I don't know, I don't know what.

Wulan poked her cigarette into the ashtray when she heard the sound of the door being knocked slowly. He got up from his seat and hurried to open the door.

"Miss ...."

He breathed slowly. The brat stood before him with my eyes, flushed cheeks and random hair. The way it is even a little staggering.

"May I stay here tonight?"

Again Wulan sighed. He looked at Max's face in a black cloud.

"S'il te plait (please)" said Max pleading. And again, those blue eyes made Wulan melt.

Wulan opened the door wide, allowing Max to enter. He told the young man to sit on the sofa. He took a seat next to Max.

"I'm sorry I gave you a bad example" Wulan said, taking a cigarette out of the wrapper and showing it to Max and lighting it.

Max smiled wryly. His head was staring at the floor.

"I'm tired, Miss," he said slowly. "Can I grow your shoulder (can I borrow your shoulder)?" Max rested his head on Wulan's shoulder without waiting for her Teacher's reply.

"Max, what's going on?" ask Wulan. He let the boy use his shoulder to lean on. "What happened to you and Nadia?"

Max didn't answer Wulan's question. He instead thrust his face towards Wulan's neck while tightly hugging her.

"Max ...." Wulan put her cigarette in the ashtray. Then stroked the young man's back gently.

"Nad she's pregnant."

Wulan. He grabbed Max's head and cupped his face with both palms. "You're in charge?" asked Wulan with a thumping chest. Max's blue eyes were wet with tears.

"I promised my mother to take care of him. But I failed, Miss. I'm really useless." Max's body shook with his cries.

"You are ... impregnating Nadia, Max?" Wulan.

Max shook his head. "Maeus ...."

"What?" Wulan. "You're not kidding me, are you, Max?"

"They are still in touch silently - silently. But I know that jerk just used Nadia ... to .. meet ..." Max clenched both of his palms. His sad face had now turned fierce. "Nadia told me that lady rat broke off her relationship with her."

"I can't believe this." Wulan pinched her throbbing forehead. "Why Nadia ended her life. Is there no other way?" tanyakanya. "And Damien .. Oh my God, I never thought ...." Now Wulan understands why Max hates Damien so much.

"His mother planned to marry him to a distant cousin in Toulouse. Nadia can't accept that" Max explained. "Miss, I don't even dare look her in the eyes. I feel like I failed."

"Max ..." Wulan touched Max's soft shoulder. "It's not all your fault."

Max silent. His breath was hunting. "I swore I'd beat up Ba Jingan. I'll take him in front of Maman. He had to apologize and prostrate at his feet."

"Max, I beg you not to do anything that would do you any harm."

"Je m'en famous (i don't care)!" his jolt with eyes lit up full of anger. Makes Wulan aghast.

"I'm sorry, Miss," said Max later. "I didn't mean to yell at you."

Wulan nodded. "I'll talk to Damien" he said. "Please promise me you won't act rashly."

Max exhaled his coarse breath. He threw his back against the couch. "I don't know, Miss."

"Max, please. If all the problems had to be solved by force, it would have made it even more complicated." Doubtful - doubtful Wulan stroked Max's long hair gently. Treat it like you are calming a fussy child.

For a while Max enjoyed the gentle treatment of his Master Mother. He began to feel a warm energy flowing through his entire body. Until all the raging flavors inside his chest slowly began to evaporate away. Change with comfort and calm.

While leaning his head against the back of the sofa, he looked gently at Wulan without a word. The look in his eyes is sweet. Then his smile flinched.

"You're beautiful, Miss," she said, making Wulan look nervous.

"Merci ...." Wulan tried to be ordinary by taking back the rest of the cigarettes in the ashtray, then lighting it. "You smoke?" bargain with Max while thrusting his cigarette pack.

Max grimacing. "Am I not going to be punished?"

"Exception for tonight" Wulan said. "Sometimes a cigarette can help you break things down a little bit" he said.

Max took a cigarette and lit it. While Wulan got up from her seat and stepped into the kitchen, taking one bottle of wine from the cupboard as well as two legged glasses and a bottle opener.

"Would you come with me for a drink?" put a bottle of wine and a glass on the table.

Max laughed happily. "It's with pleasure" he said, grabbing the bottle opener. Deftly, like a Sommelier (wine expert), he took a bottle of wine on the table and stuck a small spiral iron into the cork of the cover, then turned it four times. Pull the cork slowly until it comes off the neck of the bottle.

"Please, Miss." Max thrust a glass that he had filled with a deep red liquid at Wulan. Then they both toast.

"Did you go to Les Marais this afternoon?" asked Max as soon as he remembered this afternoon saw the figure of Wulan in Boot Cafe.

"Emm .. yes," replied Wulan stammering. "I'm looking for you, Max. I mean, I want to know that you're okay. You haven't been in school for a week. Etienne doesn't know where you are either. So, I thought maybe you were in Les Marais. And right, you're there."

"You went to Boot Cafe? Why don't you come see me?" ask Max wonder.

Wulan swallowed his saliva. Then he slowly smacked his wine glass. "I saw you with Eloise. I don't think I want to disturb. The important thing is I know you're okay."

Max pulled the corner of his lips. He tilted his head turned towards Wulan and gave his ignorant look.

"Just because you don't want to interrupt and you just walk away? At least you can greet me, Miss."

"Eemm .. yes, I'm hunting." Wulan closed her eyes. He hopes Max does not find him again with questions that he can not answer.

Max's lips are throbbing. "I was thinking Eloise asked me to meet her again to continue our conversation about the exhibition at the Sorbonne. Turns out he just wanted to take me for coffee."

"Owh, good, Max. Maybe he's interested in you." Wulan gulped her wine back. His heart became uncertain.

"You think so?" ask Max. Still with his smile. "I admit she's a sweet girl."

Wulan laughed blandly. "You will fit. Have the same talent."

"Do you think so, Miss?" Max raised his eyebrows demanding an honest answer from Wulan's mouth.

"Yeah," Wulan answered while smoking her cigarette. Put on a normal facial expression as possible.

Max took his breath. "Unfortunately I've fallen in love with a woman much older than me."

Wulan almost choked on her own cigarette smoke. He immediately wet his throat with a glass of wine. He did not dare to speak Max. Let alone asking who the woman who made him fall in love with it. He tried to dismiss all the allegations that were milling in his mind.

"You want to know who that woman is, Miss?"

Wulan's heart seemed to want to jump out. He really didn't want to hear it. Can't do. Enough to get here talk about it.

"We're just talking about something else, Max," he said later.

Max changed his seat facing Wulan. He looked at his Master Mother. Makes Wulan look puffed up.

"Regarde moi (see me)," said Max half-whispering. He stroked Wulan's cheek gently. Then brought his chin closer to his face.

Wulan. His body seemed to be unable to move. He was only able to close his eyes as Max's lips slowly clenched his. And the two arms of the young man had coiled around his nape. He even followed the movements of Max's tongue which began to lunge in sweeping his inner lips.

For a moment, Wulan was like a bewitch. He enjoys every soft touch of Max who is able to release his thirst. Grinding his sepals and filling the void of space in his heart.

"Arette (stop)!" exclaimed Wulan along with her gradual consciousness - gradually recovering. He was thrown into the real world. Staring at the sixteen-year-old before him with hunting breath. "What have I done?" he stood up from his seat.

"Miss ...."

"No, Max! This can't happen."

"Why?"

Wulan walked back and forth restlessly. Occasionally he held his chest that was painful.

"I don't want to be like Damien. You're my student. I'm your Teacher. It can't be more than that."

"But, Miss ...."

"Arrete (stop), Max!" Wulan ruffled her hair in frustration. He raised both his hands signalling Max who was about to approach him to stay seated.

"This is not true. I'm lonely and you're unstable. The wine, yes, this is due to the influence of the wine," Wulan's cerocos non-stop.

"I must be crazy!" he rushed into his room and slammed the door hard.

Max squeezed his face slowly. Then he threw his body onto the sofa. But a moment later he returned to his sitting position when he saw the door to Wulan's room opened.

"Max, that never happened!" he screamed while he was pulling his head out. Then go back in and shut the door tight.

"Mais, attend (wait), Miss ...."

Max raised both of his hands while exhaling his coarse breath. He was confused by the attitude of his Master Mother.

But his smile is now unrelenting. He touched the trace of Wulan's lips on his lips.

First kiss.

Not too bad.

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