The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 3 . C'est Qui? C'est Max (Who is He? He's Max)

Steadily Wulan pushed the door of the classroom slightly open and stepped in. The atmosphere of the classroom that was once crowded is now quiet. A dozen pairs of eyes stared at him full of search.

Wulan swept her gaze across the classroom. He saw the faces of the teenage boy in front of him. His eyes caught the five students he had met just a moment ago. They whispered to each other and held back laughter. In Wulan's heart grunted. It's not gonna be easy.

"Good morning." Wulan greeted with English. "My name is Wulandari Laksana, I'm your new English teacher."

Noise began to be heard throughout the classroom.

"Damn, I thought you were a new student." A sound came from the corner of the room. Welcomed the laughter of the class.

Wulan sighed deeply - deeply. The voice came from one of the hordes of five students who kicked the ball towards him.

"Thank you for the warm welcome, boys," said Wulan.

He grabbed a long green book on the table with the letter Registre De Presence Quotidien (Daily Attendance Book) on the cover.

"Okay .. I want to get to know you one by one." Wulan swept her gaze back across the room. Some of the students were busy chatting with each other, while others were playing around with tearing - rolled-up paper snags and throwing them at each other. They don't care about it at all.

"Jerome Cotillard?" call Wulan while staring around the room.

"Oais, c'est moi (Yes, me)" said one slack-haired and blonde student lazily.

"Jules Lingevin?"

"Oais." a scruffy student in a hoodie jacket raises his hand.

"Etienne Kwame?"

"Oui, c'est moi, Sexy (Yes, me, Sexy)." The black student called Etienne exclaimed from the corner of the room. Cheers from all corners of the class.

"Merci (thank you), Etienne." Wulan smiled dramatically. "Maximilian Guillaume?" he continued in the middle - amid the rumbling sounds of the classroom.

"Maximilian Guillaume?" after a while there was no reply from the student named Maximilian.

"Alors, il est ou, Max? (wah, where's Max)?" etienne muttered while hitting the shoulder of her friend who was sitting in front of her.

Wulan's attention was on the young man sitting in front of Etienne's chair. The pale-skinned and half-haired black ball thrower who was tied up carelessly.

He raised his hand without saying a word. Her haughty face clearly challenged Wulan's sharp gaze.

"Owh, your name is Max" he said with a cynical smile.

Max's thin smile turned to his right and left, responding to the crowd who were now teasing him while throwing him with bundles of paper.

Wulan took a deep breath in. It's so hard to do this job. Facing High School students who seem to be very difficult to manage.

He continued to pass on the names of the entire class of twenty people until its completion.

"All right, let's just start the lesson!"

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Adrienne looked up at Wulan who was down on her neck. The woman understood what her new co-worker had just experienced.

"Ouh .. they're very friendly and fun kids." Wulan said ironically.

"So?"

Wulan fed herself with a spoonful of boiled potatoes and pieces of roasted beef. "I'm someone who doesn't give up easily."

"I like your spirit, Wulan."

"I need this job, so, I have to hold on," he muckily as he swept a glance around him.

The atmosphere of cafeteria seemed crowded. Students and teachers blend into one at lunchtime like this. Wulan's eyes narrowed when she saw a haughty face emerging from the cafe door followed by several teenagers behind her. Including Etienne.

"Who did you see?" adrienne asked making him gasp.

"Ouh, only a few students from grade 12 are unique." Wulan brandished both of her index fingers and formed quotation marks.

Adrienne turned her head behind her and rolled her two eyeballs. "Max and his friends. They're the naughtiest of the naughty ones." he said.

"Yeah, I know."

"They live in Stalingrad, you know what kind of neighborhood it is?"

"Yes," said Wulan quickly. He turned his head back towards Max who was coincidentally also staring at him. The young man smiled his thin and cynical smile. Buru - Buru Wulan turned her gaze on her lunch plate.

"They really have no manners with Master" murmured Wulan.

"That's ...."

There was laughter coming from Max and the others. But Wulan had no intention of paying attention to them.

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Max rests his back on the fence outside the school while smoking his cigarette inside. Beside her Etienne and some of her friends were busy joking with each other.

"Miss!" etienne's exclaim arrived while waving towards Wulan who had just emerged from the school gate. "Why rush?" goda.

Max's eyes turned to a tiny figure with beautiful black hair and a sweet face.

"Don't smoke in the school environment!" exclaimed Wulan while looking at Max at a glance, then passed leaving the teenagers.

Etienne shakes her shoulders with Max. "Don't smoke!" he cried while taking a cigarette from Max's fingers and sucking it himself.

Max is upset. He looked back at Wulan's back that was starting to drift away.

"Maybe the new teacher, right, friends?" chirps Etienne greeted with laughter friends - friends.

Max hit the head of Etienne hard. "You old lady!" yells. "Don't forget tonight, the usual place!" he exclaimed as he passed from before Etienne who was stroking - elus his head.

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