The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 37. The More I Deny My Feeling, The More It Grows.

"Alright, I'll leave you two here."

Adrienne kisses Christophe and Wulan on the cheek. Then waved at the two before finally stepping out of the restaurant.

"Have lived here long? Suresnes, c'est ca (right?)?" christophe asked to open the conversation.

"Oui, cinq ans (yes, five years)." Wulan stirred her cold French onion soup.

"Teacher's partner Adrienne?"

"Yes, I teach English."

Christophe chipped and nodded. "Tres cool (very good)."

Then the man started telling me about himself working as a broker in La Defense, the big business district for the city of Paris. Wulan only listened and occasionally chimed in. He does not understand the business world. And Christophe is a typical guy who doesn't really like humor. The train is straight and serious.

Almost thirty minutes Christophe only talked about himself without asking anything about Wulan other than his basic questions a moment ago. Talk about her lifestyle, her cozy apartment, her income, and everything related to her. So Wulan concludes that Christophe is a narcissistic type of man.

Wulan responded as much as possible to everything the man talked to her while finishing her soup bowl. But his brain prefers to wander somewhere. He thought, it's more fun to talk at length about the painting with Max, or face the child's ignorance. He did look upset whenever Max did indecent things to him, but it succeeded in making his chest feel a strange gelenyar that makes his cheeks sometimes meet red.

"Wulans? Tu secoutes ou pas (you listen to me or not)?"

Christophe's voice broke his daydream. "Ah, oui, oui, bien sure (yes, yes, of course)." Wulan stuttered and forced her smile.

"I'll take you home?" Christophe finished his Salmon en papillotenya and took a few euro sheets and put them on the table.

Wulan just nodded. Then he got out of his chair and followed Christophe out of the restaurant.

The man allowed Wulan to get into his white A110 SportX Alpine car parked in front of the restaurant. Before long the luxury car was driving on the streets of Rue De Calvaire which that night looked crowded.

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"Merci" Wulan said as Christophe's car pulled up in front of his apartment building.

"Shall we meet again (can we meet again)?" ask the man with his thick French accent.

"Yes, sure," replied Wulan. Although he was not too sure whether he wanted to see Christophe again or not.

"Cool (good)."

"A bientot (see you)," said Wulan as he opened the car door and stepped out. He leaned over to wave at Christophe through the car window and waited for him to pass.

Wulan turned around and walked towards the main door. When he was startled by the long-haired figure who was putting on his sour face and walking closer to him.

"How was your date?"

Wulan's eyes are round. "Why are you here, Max? Stalking again?" the accusation.

Max folded his arms in front of his chest. His face looks haunted. "I asked you how was your date?"

Wulan snorted annoyedly. But somehow in his heart he was happy to see the figure of Max present in front of his eyes.

"C'est pas mal (foam)."

"I don't like it, Miss."

"Why indeed?"

Max ruffled his hair rough. "You want to make me jealous on purpose?"

Wulan frowned. "Are I wrong to go with any guy I want?"

"Yes .. is not wrong. But ...." Max took his breath. "Why isn't that me?"

"You're not including any grown men I can date, Max."

"Ohya? How's it?" challenge Wulan. "By getting me fired from my job?"

"That's always your excuse!" exclaim Max upset. "We can hide the relationship until I graduate."

Wulan was open to hearing Max's words. "You really think I like you?"

"Just stop your bullshit (just stop your bullshit), Wulan. Point!"

Wulan fell silent. He even ran out of words to deny Max's words.

"Christophe .. I see he's a rich man. The car's good." Max said cynically.

"What do you mean say that, Max?"

Max smiled at her side. "Yes. I'm not stupid. All women want an established man, don't they?" He approached Wulan. "I'm working on it, Miss. Know it? I'm used to living my dad. Paying rent for apartments and other necessities." Max's hands clenched. "I can treat you like a Queen."

"So you think I saw a man out of his money?" Wulan raised her voice. He was offended by Max's words.

"I'm talking about women in general, Miss."

"Bengal boy!" maki Wulan's. "Just finish school right. Then find a job and live normally."

"Stop thinking I'm still like a kid. I'm sick!" max shouted while pointing towards Wulan. "Life taught me so hard, Miss. I know how to be responsible for all the choices I have made in my life. I am much older than my own age. I was sued for that!"

Wulan fell silent. But his breathing was up and down irregularly.

"You want me how? I'll obey. Just don't you deny how you feel about me, Miss."

Wulan swallowed his saliva. He didn't think those words would come out of Max's mouth. The boy looked frustrated, yet harbored such high expectations. At her.

"I want to feel a little happy, Miss. With you."

"Max .. I ..." Wulan felt her tongue suddenly faint. How could he lose an argument with a sixteen-year-old.

The phone in Max's jacket pocket reads. The tension between them is a little bit off. He took out that thin rectangular object and examined it.

Eloise.

The girl called him at the wrong time. He hesitated to pick up his phone. But Wulan had seen the name Eloise on the screen of Max's phone.

"Why don't you pick up?" ask Wulan. Now he crossed both arms to the front of his chest.

"Not important," Max said quickly. Then put the phone back in his pocket.

"Just say, Max."

"No way!"

Wulan took a deep breath. "Max, I think Eloise is better suited for you. You two are not far off. You have the same hobby. And she's .. pretty girl."

"Stop, Miss. I don't want anyone but you."

Wulan raised her head. Looking at the dark sky for a moment. Then shook slowly.

"It won't work between us (our relationship won't work), Max ...." Wulan spoke softly as she pushed the large green painted door in front of her and stepped inside. He pulled out two door handles to close it. He looked at Max's face for a moment from the sidelines before finally he actually closed it tightly.

He walked up the stairs to his apartment.

He rubbed softly the clear liquid that flowed profusely from his eye sludge.

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