The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 36. C'est Qui Christophe (Who Is Christophe)?
"Heard you moved to 11th grade?"
Wulan who was walking out of the main building of the school turned to Damien who had been beside her.
"Yes," Wulan replied without stopping her steps.
"Pourquoi (why?)?"
"I can't handle 12th grade."
Damien smiled in anguish. "Or do you just want to look like you don't have anything to do with Maximilian?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Allez (come on), Wulan. Just confess, you're secretly in touch with that kid, aren't you?"
Wulan stopped her steps. Then it faces Damien. "Don't accuse me recklessly, Damien."
Damien. "C'est la realite (reality)."
"You don't look at yourself anyway." Wulan who was getting annoyed with Damien's words raised her voice. "You and Nadia ...."
"Hooo .. Are you still eating the words of that bastard?"
Wulan pressed her shoulders. "It doesn't matter if I believe it or not. Because only you know, Damien. After all, everything we do must have consequences, right? Now or later?" he said as he continued his steps.
He left Damien and walked out the school gate.
The gentle breeze that blew that afternoon blew away the children of her hair. The coldness slapped his cheek immediately. Make him raise the location of his scarf to cover the chin.
Wulan felt that someone was following her steps towards the underground station. He turned his head and found Max moving his hand to make a small wave for him. With his grin, of course.
"While stalking?" ask Wulan.
"No," said Max quickly. "Are we not one way?"
Wulan rolled her eyeballs. He did not believe the words of the boy.
"Si Breng it bothers you, Miss?" asked Max who had now walked beside Wulan.
"Money!"
"If she bothers you, tell me, huh? I'll kick him in later."
Wulan clicked while pushing softly on Max's shoulder. Makes the young man chuckle.
"You know what, Miss?" ask Max. Wulan raised her eyebrows. "Want me to hug your body" he said, tracing Wulan's body with his eyes.
Wulan hissing. Then pulled a handful of Max's hair until the young man complained. "Basic bawdy!" the hardic.
"Petit casin (little hug), Miss," Max protested as he stroked his head.
Wulan poked her lips. He went down the stairs of the station of the Medro Michel-Ange Ateuil.
"Or do you want to continue our scene that night, Miss?" max said making both Wulan's eyes glare. "But don't say your ugly ex-husband's name in front of me, will you?" joking Max while putting his T ticket into the ticket hole. Then hurriedly chased Wulan towards the platform.
"Receive my offer?" max asked as he tilted his body and looked at Wulan.
"What offer?"
"Continue the scene .. aauuch!" screech Max as Wulan's sling bag lands on the tip of his head. But soon after, he chuckled again.
"Your mouth is so insolent, huh?" hardik Wulan with a tense face and red meet.
"Indeed my mouth is brash, Miss," he said, touching his lips. "How about you just teach this to my mouth?" he said as he turned his mouth asking for a kiss on Wulan.
"Arrete (stop), Max!" wulan snapped while pushing Max's face away.
"Sit here, Miss," said Max as he patted the empty seat beside him.
"No!" sergeant Wulan with his sour face.
Max clucking. Then he got up from his seat and moved to the side of Wulan. His arms he straightened behind Wulan's back. Makes his Teacher's Mother puffed up.
"Just relax, Wulan," Max said when he saw Wulan looking awkward. Several times he improved his sitting position. And shifted a little away from Max. "We almost did it ...."
"Max!" cut Wulan quickly. He looked back and forth to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. There were only a few passengers who were each busy with their phones.
Max laughed a little. "Look at your cheeks red, Miss."
Wulan hurriedly held onto her cheek, then covered it with a scarf. Making Max giggle at the awkward behavior of his Master Mother.
The phone in Wulan's pocket vibrated. He immediately picked it up and checked the screen. Phone from Adrienne.
"Oui (yes), Adrienne?" greet Wulan as soon as she connects to the other side.
"Hey, Wulan, my friend, Christophe, invites you to meet tonight. I'll accompany you to see him."
"So fast?" asked Wulan while glancing at Max.
"Yes, I gave it to her just now and she agreed to get acquainted with you."
"D'accord (okay), let me know later" Wulan said. Then hang up the phone. He put the phone back in his coat pocket.
"C'est qui Christophe (who is Christophe)?" ask Max. Apparently Adrienne's voice was clearly heard by him. His face became grim now.
"Friends of Miss Adrienne," Wulan replied briefly.
"What do you want?"
"It's none of your business, Max." Wulan stepped up from her seat when she heard the announcement of a stop at the station near her apartment.
"Miss?" Max demands Wulan's answer immediately. But Wulan only shook her head and sauntered out of the automatic door once the train stopped.
On the platform, Wulan looked back and looked at Max from outside the window. The boy was looking at him with a grim face.
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AU PERE LAPIN RESTAURANT, SURESNES.
"Where is he?" Adrienne muttered as she glanced at the watch on her wrist. He and Wulan had already waited twenty minutes for Christophe's arrival. The man that Adrienne will introduce to Wulan.
Wulan smiled wryly. He looked at the crowded streets of Rue Du Calvaire by passing cars. He propped up his chin with his palm while enjoying the view of the large, leafless trees growing along the way.
"Ah, that's it" Adrienne said with sparkling eyes as a man stepped inside the restaurant.
"Desole (sorry), I've kept you waiting a long time." The man who was certainly Christophe spoke while kissing Adrienne's cheek at a glance.
Christophe, he is not very handsome, but looks attractive with well-cut tanned hair, gray eyes, wearing a dark blue suit wrapped in his white t-shirt. Typical dress up smart-casual Parisian guy.
"Christophe .. c'est Wulan. Wulan .. c'est Christophe." Adrienne took turns looking at Wulan and Christophe.
Christophe smiled at Wulan and regretted it.
"Elle est belle (she is beautiful)" he told Adrienne, but did not take his eyes off Wulan.
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