The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 50. Morning Glor.

Wulan was startled that morning by the sound of her cell phone ringing roaring on the nightstand beside her bed. He grabbed the object lazily, then squinted his glare-looking eyes at the screen that was too bright for his sensitive eyes.

"Why did that ugly Christophe call you so early in the morning?" max muttered from behind his back. "Just ignore it, Miss," he said as he pulled Wulan into his arms. His arm locked Wulan's body there. While his lips began to sweep the nape of Wulan.

"Max," Wulan leaned while wriggling slowly withstanding the goosebumps that made her crumble. "Let me pick up the phone ... for a second" he said.

"Can't!" Max forcibly snatches Wulan's phone and throws it just about anywhere on the bed.

He began to gently stroke Wulan's plain back. Then slowly turned the body of his Master Mother and he rested with two hands between Wulan's head.

"Morning glory .. morning horny" he whispered as he took a slow bite down on Wulan's neck.

"Enh ... Max, look what time is it?" sigh Wulan while pushing Max's chest away. "Max .. s'il te plait (please)," he said again when Max ignored his words. He increasingly rained down on Wulan's neck with kisses. Even Wulan's lips did not escape being charmed with passion.

"There's still time, the school's only starting at 8:30" Max said, pointing to a wall clock.

"Arrette (stop), Max!" Wulan tried to escape from Max's increasingly tight grip only.

After successfully escaping, Wulan pulled out a blanket thick and covered Max's entire body to his head. Max's sound came from inside the blanket.

"Miss, that vase ou .. reste la (where you go, here you go)" whined Max full of drama as he stomped his feet and hands into the bed.

"Douche (bath)," replied Wulan origin as she stepped into the bathroom.

"May not come, Miss?"

"No!"

Max exhaled his coarse breath. He removed the blanket covering his body and checked his private area down there.

"Ahh, merde, merde, merde (shit, shit, shit)," he said on the part of his body that can not be compromised.

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JEAN BAPTISTE-SAY, SURESNES.

Max walked beside Wulan entering the school gate. Just like Master and his students, they interacted normally without making anyone look suspicious.

Max's face that seemed to frown since coming out of his apartment made Wulan astonished. He refrained from asking Max anything. But the boy just kept putting on his sour face and silenced him.

"Max, what's wrong? You mad?" ask Wulan at the end.

"Non," Max replied briefly.

"Why is your face like that?"

"My face is like this.

Wulan snorted. He stopped rebuking Max when he heard the phone in the boy's jacket pocket ringing.

"Oui, Eloise?.. uh-huh? Ah bon (ohya)?"

"Aujourd'hui? Ben, j'espere que .. oais, oais, bien sure (today? I guess .. yeah, yeah, sure)."

Wulan, who overheard Max's phone conversation with Eloise, quickly speeds up ahead of Max without saying a word.

"Merci, Eloise .. a bientot (see you later)." Max hurriedly hung up the phone and chased after Wulan. "Miss!" call him.

But Wulan only glanced at him without telling. Then again accelerated his pace and disappeared among the students who started arriving.

"Why is he angry?" he murmured while scratching his head. Because of Wulan this morning he felt his head dizzy because it held the desire that was not channeled and made his mood become bad.

"Putain (fucking)!"

He heard a word of abuse from behind him. Followed by a hard push on his back.

"Where are you staying?" Etienne put her haunted face in front of Max. He was upset that he had to wait for Max this morning to go to school together, as is their daily routine, but his best friend did not show his nose.

Max just grimaced. Then embrace Etienne's shoulder and invite her into the school building.

"You're staying at Miss Wulan's?" etienne asked with a suspicious look.

Etienne rolled her eyes. "I still don't agree you're in touch with Miss Wulan."

"I don't need your approval, you idiot!" hardik Max's.

Etienne. But then his smile came up. "That means you're not virgin anymore?" she looked at Max's face.

"Damn you!" maki Max with a red face. "That means I'm patiently waiting for the right woman to come to me."

Etienne's getting cackled. "Imagine if people knew, Maximilian the bad boy from JB Say was still virgin. They will surely laugh at you" he said, raising his thumb, then slowly turning it down.

"Are you tired of living?" hardik Max is upset while hitting Etienne hard on the head.

Etienne grimaced while stroking her head. But a few moments later his eyes glared at the figure of a blonde woman with a pretty sexy makeup flashed before him.

"C'est qui (who is he)?" ask her with a gawking mouth.

"Jolene Dupont, the new Instructor," replied Max. He challenged the woman's sharp gaze towards him. Before finally breezing through the corridor and disappearing behind the door of his room.

"Woooww .. wuuuuhh." Etienne shook her head. "The Instructor's teacher is as beautiful and sexy as that?" He looked at Max in disbelief.

Max just put his shoulder down. To him, there was no woman as beautiful as Wulan.

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Max waited at the door until the 11th graders were all out of the classroom. He saw Wulan tidying up his books and preparing to leave his desk.

"Salut (hallo)," he said to his Master Mother as he smiled his sweetest smile.

As soon as he saw Max, Wulan immediately put on his sour face. Not responding to the child.

"You're upset that Eloise called?" ask Max.

"No. Why should I be angry?" answer Wulan ketus.

"Said Eloise, there's a man who wants me to paint his wife." Max explains without being asked by Wulan.

"Oh, good, Max," Wulan said as she stepped out of class.

"Are you not angry, Miss?" Max followed Wulan's steps, slightly distancing himself beside his Master Mother.

"Eloise is a beautiful girl. He's good ...." Wulan had always been insecure about comparing herself to Eloise. Maybe because he is now 32 years old, while Eloise may only be a difference of one or two years with Max. His childish soul said he really didn't deserve to be with Max.

But Eloise, she's the perfect girl to be Max's lover.

"Nothing is as pretty as you, Miss," said Max.

"Omong empty!"

"Trust ...."

Wulan did not answer. He kept stepping out of the 11th grade building and across the school grounds and into the 12th grade building mixed with the Teacher's rooms.

"Miss, you know what?"

Wulan turned her head towards Max who was still following her from behind.

"So early in the morning you gave me a headache," Max's snickering made Wulan squint his forehead.

"Pourquoi (why?)?"

Max grimacing. She stroked her hair slowly. "The desire is not channeled," he said with his ignorant gaze.

Before the books in Wulan's hand or the bag that his Mother Master carried hit his head, Max turned his body quickly and passed leaving Wulan who immediately pinched his forehead which suddenly pulsed.

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