The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 55. Don't Get Mad, I'm Just Joking, Miss.

LES DEUX MAGOTS, LES MARAIS PARIS.

Wulan put on her sour face while folding both arms in front of her chest. In front of him sat Max with a bruised face at the corner of his mouth.

The cafe across from the bohemian-designed Picasso Museum where the two are located now appears deserted.

"Like to make a fuss, huh?" sindir Wulan's.

Max grimaced while stroking his nape.

"It's a pleasure to bruise your face like that?" grouse Wulan.

Max covered the corner of his bruised mouth with his haircut.

"But I still look handsome, don't you think, Miss?" asked Max to put on his innocent face.

"Yes, yes," lame Wulan. "What do you have with Andre Aubert?" tanyanya.

"The guy's mouth."

Wulan. "This kid!" hardcore gaunty.

"I just want to beat him up, Miss."

Wulan shook her head slowly. That's always Max's answer. In the past, when he beat Damien too he did not want to answer honestly what the reason was.

He sipped a glass of champagne flute. "Don't you just want to find an excuse to deal with Miss Jolene Dupont, huh?" Wulan squinted her eyes, looking suspiciously at Max.

The young man broke. "Mess non, noon (yes no)," Max argued.

"Elle est belle (she's beautiful), Max."

"You're prettier."

Wulan. "Bu llshit (bullshit)!"

"C'est vrai (real), Miss," Max said as he sipped his whiskey tumbler. "It never crossed my mind to seek Miss Dupont's attention."

"If she likes you how?" cecar Wulan's.

Max chuckles. "Is this really a weird woman? Always afraid of things that haven't or won't even happen?"

"If only, Max. If only," said Wulan.

"Emmm ...." Max thought for a moment. Then pull the corner of his lips. It suddenly flashed through his mind to tease Wulan. "Indeed he's got a nice chest. Maybe I'll consider ...."

Wulan rounded her eyes in disbelief. He immediately got out of his seat, took two pieces of twenty and ten euros from his wallet, and slammed them on the table.

"Miss .. I'm just kidding" Max said as he took Wulan's money and replaced it with his own and placed it on the table.

"Miss, wait!" he shouted while chasing Wulan who walked away from the store with an annoyed face. "Your money, Miss!" Max puts the money in Wulan's bag and grabs her Master Mother's arm. Force him to stop the move.

"Don't be mad, Wulan, I'm just kidding." Now Max regrets his ignorance to see Wulan's pouting face.

"You noticed Miss Jolene Dupont's chest?" hardik Wulan was upset.

"You're better, Miss." Shit, looks like Max's been talking wrong. Wulan's face was now growing haunted.

"Why can you compare them?"

"Miss, believe me, I just want to tease you. I'm sorry," Max's plea solemnly. "I don't know if Miss Jolene's chest is good or not. I mean, I don't care" she explained.

Wulan exhaled violently.

"Come, Miss, we're going to Patrick's place, I want to show you one painting."

Without waiting for Wulan's approval, Max takes her by the hand and takes her to Patrick's gallery a few blocks away.

Wulan just complied. Along the way to explore the sidewalk that is crowded by tourists, he was just silent. But he did not let go of Max's hand. The two arrive at Patrick's gallery and ask the old man for permission to go to the upper room.

"Look, Miss. I made a painting for you."

Max shows a painting of a woman in a black dress covering her face with both palms.

"It's me?" ask Wulan. Slowly he began to forget his annoyance at the young man.

Max smiled as he nodded. "Easy and fragile."

Wulan frowned. "Is that how bad I am? I look so desperate."

Max took a long breath. Then prepare a chair for Wulan and allow her to sit down. Then he took a chair for himself and sat down beside Wulan. "That helplessness is not something bad, Miss," he said.

Wulan felt the surface of the canvas slowly. Tracing inch by inch the scratches of that black paint.

"Everyone has been or will be on the nadir" Max continued. "It's okay if you want to cry, curse, get angry, feel the world is unfair. That's alamaiah. It was a normal reaction to the unpleasant thing that happened to you. But, if you've been able to adapt to the pain, everything becomes light to live."

Max followed Wulan's movement to feel the canvas carefully. "What I caught on this canvas was a reaction, a process of adaptation to pain."

Wulan smiled at her. His eyes were still tracing the painting of him in astonishment.

"Everything that happens in this universe is continuous, Miss. There is sadness, there is happiness, there is good, there is evil, there is birth, there is death. Balance (balanced). Man with all his problems is only a very small part of the puzzle of the universe. It's important, but not the most important, because everything here, whether tangible or something we can only feel, is important."

Wulan chuckled while scrambling Max's hair. "I know all that, Max .. I'm a fan of philosophy books" he said. "And it helped me a little bit to go through the pain adaptation process like you said before."

Max grimacing. "Yes, I'm just explaining why I painted you that way."

Wulan stroked Max's cheek. Looking at those blue eyes. Who would have thought, behind that bengal face, there was a very talented artist. A wayward child who does not hesitate to beat people, but at times can turn into a scholar.

The two looked at each other, threw smiles at each other, kept quiet.

A moment later, no matter who started it, their lips had been fused together in romantic gentle images for a few minutes. Slow and steady. Without hurry. Read each other lip movements and apply pressure to each other.

Max's hands began to mischievously grab Wulan's waist and stroke her gently. Then go up to the chest and squeeze it slowly. Making a soft moaning sound Wulan escaped from her mouth.

"Max ... Max ... on doit arrete (we must stop)," panted Wulan on the sidelines of his kiss.

"D'accord (okay)" whispered Max. He took the time to gently bite Wulan's lips before ending his kiss.

"je t'aime (i love you)" Wulan said, clasping Max's hand tightly.

"Moi aussi, Bebe (me too, dear)." Max kissed Wulan's hands gently many times. Then steal a kiss to Wulan's lips for a glimpse before finally inviting Wulan to get down and out of Patrick's gallery.

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