The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 34. Je Dois Arreter Ca (I Should Stop This).

JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

Wulan stood in front of the Headmaster's room door. He hesitated to knock on the door. Not because of his reluctance with the Headmaster who is famous for his haunted face, but more to worry about his own decision to apply for his transfer to teach in grade 12 (terminal/end level) consisting of Science classes, but also to teach, Economy and Literature. It was the literature class he wanted to avoid. Because there's Max. Yes, he should stay as far away from the child as possible.

Wulan's hand slowly knocked on the gray door. He pressed the door handle and entered the room with the dominant cream color chick design.

"Miss Like," A middle-aged, blonde and slightly puffy woman sitting in her chair looked sharply at him.

"Salut, Madame La Principale (hello, the principal's mother)," Wulan said as she pulled up a chair and sat on it.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Wulan cleared her throat once.

"Madame, I intend to apply for a move to 2eme cycle 1ere (level 2/grade 11)," Wulan said carefully. He looked at the haunted face of the woman before him.

"Pourquoi (why?)?" tanyanya cold.

"Emmm .. I'm a little troubled teaching 12th grade."

The woman smiled cynically. "Do you not understand the risks of work, Miss Laksana?"

Wulan swallowed his saliva. He nodded resignedly.

"Are you really not capable of teaching 12th grade?"

"Oui (yes), Madame. That too if you allow. If you don't want to grant it, I'll gladly accept."

"I will consider it," said the Headmaster making Wulan a little relieved. "You can move to 11th grade, but that depends on Miss Bassett. Does he want to switch places with you."

"D'accord (okay)."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No, Madame La Principale."

The woman nodded. Then the movement of his hand allowed Wulan to come out of his room.

"Merci, Madame," Wulan said as she moved from her seat and stepped out of the room. He closed the door slowly.

Wulan walked through the crowded corridor by the passing students. He hopes he won't meet Max when he passes the 12th class locker. The kid is usually around there during the break. He was relieved that today there was no schedule to teach literacy classes, so he did not have to meet face to face with Max.

"Wrap (hello), Miss!"

Damnit.

Hearing Etienne's voice calling out to her made her chest pound. Wulan who had been walking while bowing her head ventured to look to her left.

And what he feared came true. Max stood next to Etienne, leaning his back against his locker. His sharp gaze made the fur of Wulan bristling. His face looks so cold. Her sweet smile that was able to warm the niche of Wulan's heart, was gone.

So much better. He no longer needed to be in touch with the young man.

"Wrap on, Etienne" he said. He hurriedly turned his gaze straight ahead and accelerated his steps towards his room.

He went into the empty teacher's room and threw his body on the sofa. Wulan closed her eyes for a moment. His breath was arranged in such a way as to dispel his feelings that were so chaotic.

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"Wrap, tout le monde, je m'appelle Corine Bassett (all hello, my name is Corine Bassett). From now on I'm replacing Miss Wulandari Laksana for your English lessons."

The middle-aged woman who introduced herself as Corine Bassett made Max squint his forehead.

New English Teacher? What the fuck? Where's Wulan?

"Where is Miss Wulan?" etienne's exclaim represents Max's question which he can only speak to in his heart.

"Miss Like teaching in 11th grade."

Max hit his desk furious. He stood up and grabbed his backpack and stepped out of the classroom without caring about the new Teacher calling out to him.

He continued walking through the deserted corridor. All students have entered their classes.

"Guil!" call him.

"I'm sorry, Max. I have to go to class." Wulan who was shocked by Max's presence accelerated her steps away from the young man.

"What's my fault?" max asked as he chased after Wulan and grabbed his arm. "You're mad at me? Shouldn't I be mad at you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Wulan stopped her steps, turned her head towards Max and looked at him sharply.

"Can't do that, Miss!" sergeant Max. "You gave me hope that night."

"I'm drunk!"

"A drunk is honest."

"Then the name of the man I spoke that night was honest from my subconscious."

"Damn it!" maki Max shuffles her hair.

"God, why should I talk to you about this?" gerutu Wulan seraya pinched her forehead.

"Why did you move to 11th grade, huh?"

"I'm having a hard time teaching your class!"

"Liar!"

Wulan. "It's up to you to tell me what, Max."

Max squeezed his face rough. "You're driving me crazy, Miss."

"Max, you're gonna get me in trouble."

"You scared?" max asked as he approached Wulan, preparing to grab her body.

"No!" exclaim Wulan. He raised both hands, warning Max not to approach him. "Don't be selfish, Max. I live alone in this country. I don't want to lose my job."

"Is that your reason?"

"What reason?"

"The reason you're avoiding me."

Wulan hissing. "Why am I avoiding you?"

"You ask yourself, Miss."

Wulan. "What is the purpose of fighting like this" he murmured. "I'm not supposed to be with you, Max."

"Look, you always deny."

"Oh my God, Max."

Max folded his arms in front of his chest. Smiling at Wulan. "Reponds-moi (answer me). You like me don't you?"

Wulan threw her gaze in another direction. "No."

"Look at my eyes and answer honestly."

Wulan sighed deeply - deeply. He gathered all his strength to look at those blue eyes. "No!" abugn. "Happy now (are you satisfied)?" ask her as she passes from before Max.

"Je te crois pas (i don't believe you)!" max nodded as he shook his hand.

"Whatever!" Wulan exclaimed from a distance. He looks like he's raising his head. Holding something from falling on her cheek.

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