The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 46. J'ai Peur (I'm Afraid).

Etienne rounded both her eyes. And with his mouth slightly open, he looked alternately between Max standing beside him leaning his back on the locker, and Wulan walking past in front of them. The two throw each other a smile that doesn't mean anything. Making Etienne feel she suspects something has happened between the two of them.

"Max, oo, Max!" call him while gently hitting Max's shoulder. Making the young man shift his gaze away from Wulan who continued to step towards the Master room, and look back at Etienne.

"Quoi (what)?" ask Max. He felt his pleasure watching Wulan was disturbed.

"Toi et elle .. vous etes (you and him .. you) ...." Etienne did not continue her words. Max knew the direction of the question.

Max grimaced while scratching his non-itchy head. "Je sais pas (i don't know) ...."

"T'es fou (you're crazy), Max!"

Max wettest. "Oais .. je suis fou d'elle (yes, I'm crazy about her)."

"You're dating Miss Wulan?" asked Etienne in a slightly loud voice. Making Max hurriedly close his mouth while looking around. Many students were gathered in the corridor.

"Don't be so hard, Breng Sek!" mean it.

"You've gone mad, Max ...." Etienne stroked her curly hair in frustration. "I told you not to continue ...."

"Mais t'inquie pas (no worries)." Max shook his hand. "I play it safe," she plays later.

Etienne hissing. "I'm worried about Miss Wulan. Not you!" the hardic.

Max grabs Etienne's shoulder and curls her neck between her arms and chest. It made the young man in black grimace in pain.

"Come, I'll buy you lunch" Max said as he ruffled Etienne's curly hair.

"Ben, voila (nah, so dong)," said Etienne excited and followed Max's steps towards the school grounds and walked towards the cafeteria.

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In the Master's room there were only Paul and Monique, who were chatting from their respective desks. Wulan did not pay much attention to what the two fellow teachers were talking about. He fell silent in his chair, repeating the events in the library that really drove his adrenaline. He stroked his lips with the tip of his fingers. There's still traces of Max's lips there. Sweet and soft.

That kid has really made him lose his mind. She is a mature woman who should be able to act mature, in the face of her own feelings. But, Max, it's too hard for Wulan to reject her charm. Then, where will all this be taken.

Whether this would be an endless story, or would be a disaster for him.

Whether he should put aside all his fears, and accept Max's love with open arms. As always whispered by his conscience.

"Truly a shameful scandal at this school!"

Wulan turned her head towards Monique who had just spoken in a furious voice.

"I never thought either. The teacher and his underage student. Whoa!"

He turned to look at Paul who spoke Monique. "Who are you talking about?" ask her with a thumping chest.

"Damien's fired. And now he is being held by the police on charges of sexual assault against minors" Paul replied.

"The love of Nadia Kareem, it's a pity that she took her own life" Monique murmured as she stroked her chest. He showed his concerned facial expression.

Wulan fell silent. He is unable to chim. His chest was unceasingly pounding out loud. Isn't that as bad as Damien?

He's playing with fire now.

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Wulan laid her body on the sofa of her apartment. His eyes focused on the piece of paper in his hand.

Meet me in front of Supermarche De Stalingrad, 236 Boulevard de la Villette. Hours 19.00.

It was pretty neat on the paper that he read over and over again. His lips kept on smiling. Max gave it to her this afternoon in a hurry as they passed by the corridor. I don't know what the kid is planning.

Max is a classic. Send a message through a piece of paper. Was this part of the young man's romantic attitude that he wanted to show her?

Ah, of course not. Wulan patted her forehead. He and Max haven't exchanged phone numbers in years.

He glanced at his cell phone screen on the table. The hour hand shows 18:30. He was ready in full clothes from thirty minutes ago. He even wore his favorite mini dress, which he combined with knee-high boots. He had laughed at himself a moment ago when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

He really has transformed like a teenager who has just felt in love for the first time. So flowery, so pounding, and so longing for that blue-eyed figure.

It was that feeling that had unknowingly now carried his steps through the sidewalk in the area outside Stalingrad. And stopped in front of a supermarket with a signboard like Max wrote in his message.

There, a Maximilian Guillaume had been waiting for him. Looking at him with an astonished look. Then holding his hand into the Stalingrad area that night, deserted.

Max takes her up a long staircase snaking up the building. Head to the rooftop with stunning views of Paris and its lights.

"Sit, Miss." Max invited Wulan to sit next to him. On the edge of the building that is only fenced in worn iron bars.

"This is my favorite place. Where I hide from everything." Max says. "C'est pass genial trese (not too good), but enough to calm down."

"It's very quiet here, Max," Wulan said. He looked far ahead, where the Eiffel Tower was only visible at the top.

"Yes. This place is calming. But tonight this place is also fun."

"Pourquoi (why?)?"

"Parce que t'es la (because you're here) ...." Max grabbed Wulan's palm and grasped it tightly.

Wulan smiled. Max always finds sweet words that channel warm energy throughout his body. Makes him forget all his fears.

"Max ...."

"Oui (yes)."

"J'ai puer (i'm afraid)."

"What are you afraid of, Miss?"

Wulan took a deep breath. "I'm afraid, I'm as bad as Damien ...."

"No, no, no ...." Max shook his head strongly.

"I'm in touch with a minor. I'm a teacher, who obviously can't do that. But I broke. How is it different from Damien?"

"The difference is, our feelings are real."

"I don't even know how I really feel. Too complicated."

"It's okay, Miss. I understand your position."

Wulan turned to look at Max who was looking up at the sky.

"My divorce with Pierre has ruined me, Max. I'm afraid, I'm still in a state of trauma right now, and just think of you as a filler of emptiness in my heart. I was afraid, subconsciously I was just making use of your presence in my life."

Max moved his seat closer to Wulan. Slowly his hand stroked the long hair of his Master Mother then cupped her pretty face.

"Maybe all your fears don't actually exist."

"I'm not saying nonsense, Max ...."

"Hey, for now I beg you not to conclude anything, huh?"

Wulan fell silent. Max was still looking at her with his eyes.

"By the way, Miss," Max said with a serious look on his face now turning into a rancid. "Can I continue my unfinished kiss this afternoon at the library?"

"You're this ... I'm in a series .. emmm .. us." His words turned into a sigh when without a cue Max's lips have now gripped him and not given him a chance to dodge.

"We continue our conversation later," he panted as he cupped Wulan's cheek and deepened his lips.

"Or next time," he continued.

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