The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 38. My Gaze Belongs To You (My Look Is Yours).

JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

Wulan who had just exited the 11th grade building was shocked to see the commotion in the corner of the school courtyard. Many students gathered there and were clamoring boisterously.

"Hey, what's the commotion?" Wulan pulled the arm of a male student who walked quickly past her.

"The Stalingrad children's fight, Miss," the black student replied as he hurriedly continued his steps.

Wulan's chest was pounding. Stalingrads. I hope it has nothing to do with Max.

He watched from afar Damien and some Master running to the corner of the courtyard. Wulan couldn't help but walk over to find out what was going on. He encouraged some students who crowded in and urged entry among them.

Wulan was aghast when she saw Damien pulling Max's collar and kept him away from a white student who had a fairly large body posture. He also saw Etienne, Frederick and Chen who were pushing each other with some students who seemed to be friends of the big students, being broken up by other Teachers.

"You all come into my room!" damien exclaimed in the direction of Max, Etienne, Frederick, Chen, the great student and his friends.

Max tidied up his collar and stepped up while pushing hard some of the students who were blocking his way.

The look in his eyes met Wulan who was standing among the students who were crowding. He smiled his thin smile while brushing his hair back.

"Je t'aime (i love you)." Max's lips moved without sound. Her blue eyes looked at Wulan with her adorable bambi eyes expression. As if those eyes were talking to her, this look in my eyes is only for you. Then he clenched his palm and smacked it into his chest slowly. It was a sign that what he said just now was seriousness.

Wulan was just glued to where she stood. Staring at Max's back, which began to drift away, disappeared behind the 12th-grade building.

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"You want to be a hero at this school, huh?" Damien kicked his desk. Staring at the eight students standing in line before him. Everyone was down, except Max. His face expression was flat. But her challenging gaze at Damien showed a deep hatred.

"You!" Damien pushed Max's shoulder rough. "Once again dare to make a scene here, I'll take you to the police station."

Max smiled at her side. He was not at all afraid of Damien's threat.

"I can also drag you to the police station. What you're doing is far more foul" Max lamented casually.

Damien who was lured in Max's words immediately pulled the young man's collar and pressed him against the wall. "You don't have any proof, Breng sek!" Damien screeched but his voice sounded half whispered.

He took off his hand and pushed Max until his back hit the wall.

"Sound all of you!" he shouted while walking around the children who were still standing lined up while looking down. "I don't care about your problems in Stalingrad. You want to kill each other or die and I don't care. But don't do it here. Or I'll leave you to the Social Service to be punished." Damien then stared at Max sharply. "And you, especially for you, if you do any more troublemaking, like I said, I'll take you to the police station."

"Do you understand or not?" exclaim Damien later. "Understand it or not?" he repeated when he felt he had no response from the children.

Etienne and the others nodded lazily. And Max just folded his arms in front of his chest.

"Out you! I'm so sick of seeing your faces!" damien shouted as he pointed towards the door. One by one the children stepped out without saying a word.

"Cihhhh!" Max spits in front of Damien while staring at the man. "Just wait for your bad karma to come!" she said with a slanted smile. Then stepped out of the room and slammed the door hard.

Outside, Etienne, Frederick and Chen were waiting for him. While the four students including the large-bodied student were standing not far from them.

"Our business is not finished, Guillaume!" He pointed at Max's face with an intimidating attitude. Then it passed by, gesturing three of his friends to follow him.

Etienne exhaled a rough breath while stroking her curly hair. "How is this?" with a confused face.

"Max, we'd better stop selling it outside Stalingrad." Frederick interrupted. Greeted with a nod of Chen's head. "They work for Ahmed Zaneli in Seine-Saint-Dennis." Frederick mentions an area near Stalingrad that is not less vulnerable.

Max clucking. "If you're afraid, you don't have to come."

"I need a lot of money" Max replied as he swiped the tip of his index finger with the tip of his thumb.

Etienne rounded her eyes. "Does your father ask for more money than usual?"

Max shook his head. Her lips put on a smile. A moment later he scratched his hair.

"Don't tell me because of women" Etienne said.

Max wettest. "C'est un secret (secret)," he said as he stepped away from his three friends.

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Max's step out of the school gate came to a halt when he saw Wulan standing by the side of the road, chatting with the man who a few days ago made him acquainted. Christoph.

"Putain, c'est possible (shit, I don't believe this)," he murmured. He walked quickly closer to both. And pulled the arm of Wulan who was about to get into Christophe's car.

"Max, tu fais quoi (what are you doing)?" The surprised Wulan immediately pulled out her arm.

"You're coming home with me." Max was about to pull back Wulan's arm but was immediately pushed aside by his Master Mother.

"C'est qui (who is this)?" ask Christophe. He stared at Max with an interrogating look.

"He's my student. Dosele (sorry)." Wulan touched the man's arm asking him to wait for a while. Then he pulls Max's jacket sleeve and takes it slightly away from Christophe.

"Don't make trouble, Max."

"You're the one who's causing trouble, Miss. You can't go home with that ugly guy."

Wulan stomped her one leg in annoyance. "What right do you have to forbid me?" the hardic.

"Because you're mine."

Wulan. But there was a sudden warm feeling in the depths of his heart when Max said those words.

"Oumo!" his sizzle while grabbing Max's hair. "Don't make things up. Go home, Max."

"You don't intend to fuck her, do you, Miss?"

Wulan rounded her eyes to hear the unfiltered question from the mouth of the bengal boy. But he could only shake slowly. Then get out of Max's presence and into Christophe's car.

"Hey, get your hands off her, okay?" max exclaimed at Christophe who was about to open his car door. The man scrunched his forehead.

"C'est quoi ton probleme (what's your problem)?" ask Christophe astonishment.

"C'est toi mon probleme (my problem is you)!" max said as he pointed at the man.

Christophe just put his shoulder out. Then without protracted, he immediately got into his car and drove away leaving Max standing with his gloomy face.

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