The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 61. When I Look Into Your Eyes.

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MARAIS, PARIS.

Max looked at the blank canvas in front of him while holding a brush and palette that had been filled with various colors. His finger movements began to sweep the brush onto the canvas making contour lines to start the painting.

He was stunned for a moment. "Putain (fucking)!" it means when it feels like the line he made is not in accordance with what is in his head.

Max puts the brush and a palette of paint onto the table. Sitting propped up his chin with both arms. His mood for painting suddenly disappeared somewhere.

He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit a stick. He exhaled his smoke along with the erratic mood he wanted to throw.

"It's so exciting, Max?"

Patrick's voice made him gasp. The old man was standing behind him. Carrying some paintings that he seemed to be storing up in the top floor of his gallery.

Max just smiled thinly. Then shook slowly.

"My mood has been bad lately" he said.

Patrick took one seat and sat down next to Max. "Need a talkative?"

"Hmmm ... peut etre (probably)," dwarf Max. He changed his seat and now faced Patrick. "You're right, Pat ... les femmes sont compliquees (women are complicated)," he cheered.

"The human civilization over time that makes our lives all complicated, Max," Patrick said. "Rules made by man, often complicate man himself." Patrick smiled at her smile.

"They forget that there is a force in the universe that can defeat all this complexity."

Max squinted his forehead. Patrick always talks something in outline.

"L'amour (love)," continued Patrick.

"L'amour ...." Max repeated Patrick's words with a mutter.

Patrick patted Max's shoulder slowly. "Remember what I told you, Max. If you've chosen something in your life, take responsibility for it." The old man seemed to know what was troubling Max's mind without the young man having to tell him at length.

"It won't be easy, Max. But believe me, all that will not be in vain" continued Patrick.

Max nodded while smiling.

"Merci, Pat ...."

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JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

Wulan stood in front of the 12th literature class door with a clear-cut unease on her face. He took a deep breath. Then glanced at the clock on his wrist. Classes should start in five minutes.

There was a loud noise from the class. Makes Wulan's chest pound even more. Today Miss Corine Bassett did not enter. And he should replace the woman teaching. The only thing he expected was, he didn't find Max in that class. He didn't want to come face to face with the boy.

With great hesitation he opened the classroom door and stepped into the Master's chair with a bowed face. He did not dare to sweep his eyes across the classroom. Don't want to cross paths with Max's pair of blue eyes.

"Good morning," said Wulan, still with his head down while arranging the books he brought to the table. He does not care about the noise that occurs in the classroom. Still the same as before when he had not moved to teach in the 11th grade.

"Today I replaced Miss Bassett who did not enter" he said without expecting a response from the rest of the class.

Wulan turned her head towards the class door that opened slowly. And immediately his heart seemed to stop as soon as he saw the figure he wanted to avoid, entered the classroom while carrying his backpack.

The pair of blue eyes looked at him in surprise.

Wulan looked up at Max. He felt an electric shock all over his body. For a second their views met. Dive into each other's hearts.

"Sorry, I'm late, Miss ...." Max's words made him gasp.

"Sit down, please." With a slightly trembling hand Wulan invited Max to sit down.

He hurriedly turned his attention to his books. Choose one book that he will use to fill in today's lesson.

Wulan concentrated on getting ready to deliver her lesson. Tried so that his eyes did not meet again with Max's gaze.

"Okay, class ... let's get start it (well, kids .. we start it)."

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Silent class. Wulan was still sitting in Master's chair as she gathered the task papers from her students. He deliberately did not pay attention to his surroundings. Don't want to know if Max is still in class or not.

"Comment va (how are you), Miss."

Wulan who was still down looked at the papers on the table, closed her eyes. The voice coming from before him made his chest rustle.

"Tres bien, merci (well, thank you)," he replied without looking up a bit. "Et toi (and you)?" continued.

"Pas tres bien .. tu me manque (not too good .. I miss you)."

Wulan gulped her saliva with great difficulty. "Arrete (stop), Max," he said. He really couldn't hear those words. He also missed this tall figure in front of him.

"You don't miss me, Miss?" ask Max.

Wulan ventured to raise her head and look at Max's face. Oh, my god that rancid face. How to strengthen the heart not to melt and drift at the sharp gaze of the pair of blue eyes.

Finished tidying up her papers and books, Wulan stepped up from her seat and walked past Max just like that.

"Really you don't miss me, Miss?" chuckle Max who had now walked beside him.

"No ...." Wulan. Obviously he was committing a massive lie to himself.

"I can't believe it" Max sneered as he glanced at Wulan. Even from that moment, his Master Mother had always avoided his gaze.

"As far as you go!"

Max wettest. "Your body language says another, Miss."

"Don't make it up!"

"You don't miss our beautiful nights, Miss?" Max smelled his ugly smile.

"Arrete, s'il te plait (stop, please), Max!" hardik Wulan rounded his eyes. He hastened his steps leaving Max. I hope the boy stops following her.

"Max!"

The sound of the call forced Wulan to look back. He saw Belle Fortin pulling Max's arm away. Holding him out of the 12th-grade building. At first glance Max still turned to look at him, until both of them disappeared behind the door.

Wulan sighed softly.

Maybe so much better.

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