The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 63. Struggling.

STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

Max's hideout, on the rooftop of an abandoned building a few blocks from his apartment building.

He sat leaning against the weathered wall on the edge of the building. He slid his face between his knees which he bent. One hand held a brandy bottle whose contents had been reduced by almost half.

"Putain (fucking)!" it means who it means.

"It's a fit mall (it hurts so much)!" his erang.

Max banged the back of his head against the wall several times. His eyes are red and puffy. Black clouds covered his face.

"F uck, fuck!!!" his yell.

"C'est possible (incredible)," he murmured. Then shook slowly.

Digesting all this felt so heavy to him. Only for a moment did he feel peerless happiness, now he was being thrown into a painful reality. The body produces excessive adrenaline and cortisol hormones. He could not anticipate it. He is not ready, or he will never be ready.

Wulan was his first love. First love for a teenager of his age who does not play games. Not just monkey love.

His heart had chosen the petite woman with the exotic beautiful face. The skin color of her milk coffee feels so unique in her eyes. Wulan's French accent makes her anxious, her gentle manner of speaking, her crisp laugh, her jet black hair, everything.

Max gulped his brandy down. Then throw the bottle arbitrary, producing a big clanking sound even though it does not break.

"Mats, Max!"

Etienne who had just appeared was shocked to see her extremely chaotic-looking best friend. He immediately approached Max and sat down next to him.

"What's going on?" tanyanya.

Max raised his face. His eyes look redder. But his view was so empty.

"Putain, you're fucked up."

"I broke up with Wulan."

Etienne fell silent. He felt so sorry for Max, but in his heart he felt relieved. His best friend's shoulder was to give him strength. Then pat him slowly.

"C'est probability pour le mieux (maybe that's the best way)" Etienne said.

"Je sais pas (i don't know)," Max murmured as he shook his head slowly. "Mais, c'est dur, putain (but, this is heavy, shit)!" mean it.

"Yes, yeah, I know, Max ...." Etienne puts a pack of cigarettes on Max. Helping her pick up a stick, then as soon as Max slipped it between the lips, Etienne hurriedly lit up the tip.

"C'est le enculer ... connard (totally fucked .. bang sat)!" exclaim Max. He smoked and exhaled his cigarette smoke violently.

"You can definitely get through this, Max ...."

"Je sais pas (i don't know). It's really painful."

"I don't know what to say, Max ...." Etienne shook. "Mais si t'as besoin de mon aide, je suis la (but if you need my help, I will always be there for you)."

Max didn't say anything to Etienne. He just smiled thinly, and bitterly. The look in his eyes I looked straight ahead, at the access door to the shabby rooftop.

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JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

Wulan sat in the library alone, drowning herself in a book.

A Short History Of Near Everything. The book was written by Bill Bryson, who he bought yesterday at a bookstore. A book that contains about how to overcome the pain after breaking up with a lover of the heart.

Perhaps, it could help him slightly reduce the pain he was feeling at the moment.

"Wrap (hello)."

The greeting's voice forced him to distract him from his book. He was a little surprised to see a beautiful blonde figure had been sitting across the table. Smile at him kindly.

"Salut (hello), Miss Dupont," Wulan said.

"Jolene alone," chuckled the blonde. "Only?" ask Jolene.

"Yeah" replied Wulan as she lifted her book.

"Hm ... Bill Bryson, A short hystory of near everything," Jolene murmured. "I've read it."

Wulan just smiled hearing Jolene's words.

"Covering a broken heart?" tanya Jolene made Wulan gasp.

"Emm .. I'm interested in reading it. That's it," replied the Wulan. "Have you found the book you wanted to read?" his tan mince words as he swept his gaze across the deserted library room.

"Hmmmm .. was unthinkable. I was here so soon, I saw you, so I decided to talk to you for a minute" she said.

Wulan looked astonished by Jolene's words. He thought to what this Guiding Master had suddenly familiarized him with. Does it have anything to do with Max? Is Jolene investigating?

"Wulan ...," said Jolene. "Can I just call you your first name?"

"Of course."

"You have a good skin tone. Milk chocolate, soft .. very exotic."

"Thai? Filipino?"

"Emc ... Indonesia."

"Oow .. wow, Bali." Jolene's eyes look sparkling. "You from there?"

Wulan. "I come from a small town in Java, an island near Bali" he explained.

"What's the name of the city?"

"You won't know even if I call it," chuckled Wulan.

"Call that."

"Purwokerto. It's in Central Java."

"Ah, daccord (okay). His name sounds good. Pourwokerto ...."

Wulan giggled at Jolene's cute accent. This woman seems fun to be a chatting friend. It can liven up the atmosphere.

"Maybe we can have coffee or a drink at the bar sometime?" fresh Jolene.

Wulan poked her lips. "Why not."

"Good," said Jolene gladly. "Wait a minute, I'll find a book. I'll accompany you to read here."

Jolene moved from her seat and stepped towards one of the bookshelves. Wulan looked at the woman for a glimpse. He was still amazed by Jolene's attitude. But he hoped that the Instructor Teacher would indeed have the intention to befriend him. Even if he has to stay alert.

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"Max!!"

Belle embraces Max's shoulder, which is closing her locker. Wandering spoiled at the young man.

"Let go!" max said as he brushed off Belle's arm violently. He was very worried about the attitude of the girl.

Belle's face was grimacing.

"Do you want lunch together?" bargain Belle.

"No!"

Belle clucking. "Yes, I'm here" he said, standing next to Max, who was leaning on his back in his locker.

"Whatever," he said as he turned his gaze to the end of the corridor.

Her chest gurgled as she watched Wulan emerge from behind the door of the 12th-grade building, walking with Miss Jolene Dupont while chatting.

"Dar!" call Max.

"Oui?"

Max grabbed the girl's chin and unceremoniously smeared her lips greedily. The surprised Belle widened her eyes in disbelief. But soon after he returned Max's kiss with no less greedy.

"Hey!" Jolene's call made the two stop their kiss.

"No kissing in the school environment!" hardik the Instructor Teacher was with a tense face.

While Wulan had watched with her eyes, Max kissed Belle, trying to control the rumble inside her chest.

His heart seemed to be slashed. But he tried to keep his heart. His facial expression he made as flat as possible, with great difficulty.

"Don't you dare repeat it again, if you don't want to get into trouble!" threaten Jolene's.

Max just smiled obliquely. He looked at Wulan who hurriedly turned his gaze in the other direction. He did not see an angry or upset expression on the face of the woman. Makes his heart melt for a moment. Until unconsciously his view followed Wulan's steps were taken by Jolene away.

"Max .. was that ...." Belle's voice choked. He was so happy to get unexpected treatment from Max.

"It's nothing!" sergeant Max.

"You ... kiss me ...."

"I told you it was nothing. Forget, okay?" max with his face. Then passed from the front of the confused Belle.

But a moment later, the girl smiled her big smile.

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Sorry yes gangs, if the feeling is not so dapet. Because my mind is divided by activities in the real world. Hihahi.

But I want to always update for those of you who already like, vote, comment, and who have followed the story of Max and Wulan until this second.

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