The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 5. Je m'appelle Damien Arsenault (My name is Damien Arsenault).

JEAN - BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES, PARIS.

Wulan washed her face with fresh water to relieve the drowsiness that attacked her this afternoon. He noticed his face in the mirror reflection above the teacher's special toilet sink. She took a lipstick from her bag. Then polish his lips with a sweet salem color.

He smiled at a woman who had just entered the toilet. Then snatched his bag and some books located beside him and stepped out.

Wulan was busy tidying up her books so as not to pay too much attention to her steps, when her shoulders nudged someone firmly and made her gasp.

"Owh, je suis desole (i'm sorry)," he said, raising his face, finding a handsome figure with a thin coat in front of him.

"C'est pas grave (it's okay), I don't pay attention to the road" said the handsome figure as he smiled his smile. "Owh, you're a new student here? I just saw you for the first time" he continued.

Wulan. "I'm the new teacher here."

"C'est pas vrai (ah time)." He was dumbfounded too. "You look like a 12th grader."

"That's a compliment" Wulan said.

"Je m'appelle Damien (my name is Damien)." The man who called his name Damien stretched out his hand. "I'm the supervising teacher here."

"Wulans. New English Teacher. It's nice to meet you." Wulan welcomed Damien's hand.

"Enchante (happy to meet you)."

Wulan nodded. "Sorry, I'll excuse you. I have class now."

"Oui, a tout a l'heure (yes, see you later)."

Wulan passed from before Damien and walked quickly down the corridor leading to the 12th grade area.

Damien looked at the tiny back of Wulan who was starting to move away. His lips were smiling and throbbing. Then move in the opposite direction.

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"Good Morning."

Wulan greeted and circulated her gaze throughout the classroom. Max sat quietly and looked down with a hoodie covering his head and part of his face.

"Have you guys done the PR yet?" ask Wulan.

There's no answer. Nobody's poking him. I just heard laughter and commotion. Wulan sighed deeply - deeply.

"I've done it, Miss." Etienne's voice rang out among the class commotion.

"Okay, let me see." Wulan walked over to Etienne. He glanced at Max. The young man did not flinch.

Wulan checked the book Etienne had proffered her. He nodded - nodding.

"Good, Etienne." Wulan patted - patting the young man's shoulders in black. "Is anyone else working?" ask him in the whole class. Of course no one is poking at him.

"Max, open the cover of your head." Wulan grabbed the hoodie that covered Max's head, but the young man quickly brushed his hand away.

At first glance Wulan saw a bruise on Max's temple.

"There are bruises on your temples. You okay?" ask Wulan.

"It's none of your business!" max exclaimed as he kept the chair he was sitting on away from Wulan.

"Let me see."

"Stay away from me!" Max again brushed off the hand of Wulan who was about to check his temple.

Wulan shook her head slowly.

"Etienne, can you write the answer on the board?"

"Okay, Miss," kekeh Etienne while following Wulan's steps to the front of the class.

Etienne stood in front of the blackboard and smiled mischievously at Wulan. He sniffed Wulan's body suddenly.

"Be polite, Etienne!" wulan exclaimed as she pushed Etienne's face away from her.

Etienne lifted up her hands. He immediately wrote down some answers to the Housework on the board.

"C'est bien, Etienne, merci (good, Etienne, thanks), you can go back to your seat."

Etienne presents Wulan with a long-distance kiss while chuckling. Wulan shook her head. He glanced at Max, who was unexpectedly staring at him. Wulan hurriedly turned her eyes to the book she was holding.

"Children, please pay attention, s'il vous plait (please)!" the thrill while tapping - hit the table with a whiteboard eraser. Ask for attention to the entire class that still does not touch it. They chatted with each other, made a scene, and some fell asleep while laying their heads on the table.

"Yes Lord ..." murmured Wulan wirih as he stroked his forehead.

The Simple Present Tense.

Wulan wrote down the three words on the blackboard to begin her lesson.

"Have you heard of it?"

"Okay, this formula is used for sentences of ongoing events, or it can also state habits."

Subject + Verb 1 (s /es) + Object.

"Remember, the addition of s or ice in Verb 1 is only for the subject ...."

He, She, It.

"While Verb 1 is not added s or ice, it applies to the subject ...."

I, You, We, They.

"I give you an example ...."

He goes to school every day.

I go to school every day.

Wulan who was facing towards the blackboard and wrote a few sentences there heard the sound of the chair being pulled violently. And when he turned his head, he saw Max with a bag on his back stepping out of class.

"Max, where are you going?" ask Wulan.

"I'm bored" he replied coldly.

"You think you can leave class?" hardik Wulan growled.

Max just grinned. Then without responding to Wulan's words, he left the classroom.

Wulan sighed deeply - deeply. Trying to hold back the resentment in his heart.

"Children, please pay attention to the lesson!" yell while tapping - hit the whiteboard with the eraser.

"Please ... note ... the lesson!" He repeated his exclamation while banging on the blackboard with his fist.

But still no one hugged him.

Wulan rubbed her face violently. Adjust his breath to control the anger that began to peak.

Fucking kids!

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From a distance, Wulan saw Damien talking seriously with two male and female students. He approached them and stood behind Damien.

"You two go to my room now!" damien exclaimed with his heavy voice.

With a veiled face, the two students passed from before Damien.

"Qu'est qui passe (what's up)?" ask Wulan.

"Owh, hey, Wulan," said Damien as soon as he saw Wulan standing behind him. "Ah, that, I caught them wet doing indecent near the toilet."

"Jeez." Wulan muttered.

"How's your class?" asked Damien who saw Wulan's face full of gloom.

"Fun." Wulan said irony.

Damien. "Owh, I have to give guidance to the two wayward students earlier. Would you like some coffee after school?" tawar Damien's.

"Oais, bien sur (yes, sure)."

"D'accord, alors to bientot (then until later)," Damien said as he threw his smile and was greeted with a nod of Wulan's head.

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