The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 64. This Pain Is Just So Real. I can't Take It!

Wulan looked at a few dried-up flower stalks in the vase with teary eyes. No tears melted down her cheeks.

Beautiful flowers for the most beautiful women in Paris.

Max's words that night rang in his mind. His rancid face while teasing her danced in his mind.

All the memories with the child recorded in his head now one by one appeared very clearly. Then this afternoon, when Max kissed Belle Fortin in front of his eyes. Wulan was sure the boy just wanted to make her jealous. Max couldn't have moved to another heart that fast.

Ah, Wulan hates this so much. Loneliness, nothingness. Why should he feel it all back. As before when he separated from Pierre. No. gabe. It turns out that separating from Max hurts even more. His friendship with the boy was only for a moment.

Wulan sat pensively on her sofa.

Alone again. Injured again.

What Max said is true. It's not as strong as it looks. He did not have the courage to fight for their love. He's a coward.

Wulan moved from her seat. Walking back and forth to and fro nervously.

He was not strong with this pain. How many philosophical books he read were unable to ease his pain. How often did he take his mind off all this, still unable to give his heart peace.

Then what should he be? Fuck the morals? Fuck his job?

Fuck everything?

He falls in love with Maximilian. No matter how hard he tried to deny that feeling, he was only lying to himself. Hurt yourself.

He grabbed his cell phone lying on the table. Scroll through the screen looking for Max's number in his contact list.

Max number is inactive.

Wulan let out a deep breath. He set his heart for a moment, then grabbed his sling bag, put on his coat and opened the door of his apartment and stepped out in a hurry.

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Wulan was standing at the door of an apartment that read the number 202. Max Apartment. A few moments ago he asked someone when he entered the Stalingrad area, where the boy lived.

He hesitated to knock on the gray door in the hope that the owner of the blue eyes would open it.

After a third knock, the door opened from the inside.

Wulan's chest thumped as Ludovic's figure stood before her, looking at her in full search.

"Miss Like, how can I help you?" ask Ludovic. His face clearly showed his dislike for Wulan.

"I ... looking for Maximilian, does he exist?" ask Wulan carefully.

"What do you need?"

"There's something I need to talk about."

Ludovic scrunched his forehead. "What do you want to talk about? Isn't everything clear?"

"Sorry, Monsieur Guillaume .. I have to see Maximilian."

"He hasn't come home yet." Ludovic folded his arms in front of his chest. Looking at Wulan with a fierce gaze. "Miss Like, I think what we talked about a while ago is clear. I hope you don't bother Max anymore."

Wulan smiled faintly. "Merci, bonsoir (thank you, good afternoon), Monsieur Guillaume" he said as he passed in front of Ludovic.

He came down the stairs of the apartment in a hurry. Then exit the building to the nearest underground station.

Les Marais's. Max must be there.

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He breathed his breath rough. Looking up at the sky that afternoon that was beginning to darken. He stood on the sidewalk among the people passing by. He did not care about their strange views towards him.

Moments later he decided to step foot onto the Pont Marie bridge which is only two kilo meters away from the shopping area in Les Marais where he currently stands.

Arriving there, he swept his gaze in all directions, looking for a tall, long-haired figure among the people who were enjoying the afternoon atmosphere on the banks of the Seine.

Nil. He saw no sign of Max there. Wulan let out a disappointed breath. The corner of his eye condensed. Then a clear circle began to descend soaking his cheeks. He sobbed. I don't know why he couldn't hold back his tanngis.

She wants to hug Max right now. He's so missed.

"Miss ...."

Wulan gasped at the sound of a slow call from behind her back. He immediately shrank his tears and turned his body around.

"Finally (finally)," he whispered as he saw the figure he was looking for standing not far from him.

He slid into Max's arms without a second thought. The young man was shocked and could barely keep his balance.

"Wow ... Slowly, Wulan," chuckled Max while clutching Wulan's back tightly.

"Max .. this pain is just so real. I can't take it (this pain is real. I couldn't bear it)," she said on the sidelines of her cries. He does not care about the views of people who pass around.

"Call me crazy, but I don't wanna lose you (let's just say I'm crazy, but I don't want to lose you)."

Max smiled broadly. He kissed the tip of Wulan's head while tightening his embrace.

Some tourists who saw the intimacy of the two lovebirds smiled knot. There was even one of them who gave his two thumbs up

"Make love, not war," teased one of the tourists. Making Wulan and Max blush then releasing their embrace.

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Max shrank Wulan's tears with his palm. Then tidied up his long, messy black hair. The two sat on the banks of the deserted Seine river.

"We face it together, yes" Max said, clasping Wulan's hand tightly. "I promise I won't jeopardize your position at school" he continued. "I'll talk to my dad, too. He'll understand."

"I'm sorry, Max" Wulan said, stroking Max's cheek gently. "I give up, I can't lie to myself anymore."

"I want you to be honest with me about everything, Wulan." Max catches Wulan's hand and kisses the back of his loving hand.

"Tu me manque (i miss you)," said Wulan.

"I miss you more" said Max quickly. "I miss this ...." Max brought his face closer to Wulan's. Both hands cupped his Mother Master's head and then with a gentle movement he clenched his lips.

Wulan lowered Max's hand to her waist. Then he wrapped his arm around the young man's neck.

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love 

~Paul Anka~