The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 65. Next To You, My Love.

"Don't look at me like that ...."

Wulan pushed Max's face facing the other direction. He felt a little careless being stared at by the young man continuously.

"Did anyone ever tell you your nose was funny?" max asked as he flanked Wulan's tiny nose with both fingers, then moved it furiously.

"You're doing body shaming, Max!" hardik Wulan while pulling out Max's fingers.

Max laughed crisply. Then lay on his back beside Wulan. On the soft, medium-sized bed that belonged to his Master Mother. Both of his arms he folds under his head.

"Max ...."

"Oui (yes)," Max replied as he closed his eyes.

Wulan stroked Max's bare chest gently. Write random patterns with your fingertips there.

"Quoi, Bebe (what, dear)?" max asked when Wulan didn't make a sound.

"Why did you kiss Belle Fortin?"

Max asked Wulan a question.

"Just want to see your reaction."

"Then?"

"Yeah, you seem too smart to hide it. I can't detect it at all."

Wulan chuckles. "You know, it felt like I wanted to grab your hair back then!"

Max is back. He tilted his body and faced Wulan who had been in the same position. The two stared at each other in silence.

"The handsome French boy ...." Wulan muttered as she stroked Max's cheek gently. "But it sucks" he continued, pinching the young man's nose. "Make my life fucked up" he chuckled.

Max smiled knot. "German ...."

"Hmmm ...."

"Would you marry me?"

Wulan rounded her eyes. Then his laughter exploded.

"I'm serious" said Max.

Wulan's lips are throbbing. "Your 17-year-old son, Naughty Boy!"

"Pas maintenance (not now), Wulan," decak Max. "Five more years."

"Look at it later," teased Wulan. "Five more years if you're not tired of me."

"Where may I be bored" Max said.

"You never know what the future brings (you won't know what the future holds)."

"But we can start building our future from now on" Max said quickly.

Wulan let out a deep breath. Then looked back at those pair of blue eyes.

"Am I really your first love, Max?"

Max nodded. "And the last one," he said as he kissed Wulan's lips at a glance.

"You're so confident." Wulan.

"Must" said Max steadily.

Wulan pinched both of Max's cheeks in a fit of anxiety. "You're so adorable" he said.

Max is treated like a pet by Wulan.

"Max ...." Now Wulan's fingers stroked strands after strands of Max's hair slowly.

"Oui, Bebe (yes, dear)."

"Many bad things are going to happen in our relationship."

"Je sais (i know)." Max. "N'aie pas peur (don't be afraid) .. We have each other."

Wulan smiled. Somehow the words spoken from Max's lips were so soothing.

Wulan went into Max's arms and thrust his head into the young man's neck. Inhaling her fragrance which always kept her calm. Like the aroma of therapy that can reduce anxiety and stress levels.

"Mon Cheri (my dear)," muttered Wulan as she tightened her arms around Max's back.

"Mon Amour (my love)" he whispered.

Wulan closed her eyes. He fell into Max's arms comfortably. Under the dim lights of the city that burst in between the curtains of his bedroom window. Accompanied by the sound of sirens of police patrol cars that were faintly heard from a distance.

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STALINGRAD.

"Where was it last night, Max?"

Max undoes his intention to go into his room as soon as he hears Ludovic's voice from the kitchen.

"Where should I tell you I'm staying?" Max asked back. He was upset with the Father who began meddling in his affairs. Especially his relationship with Wulan.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

Max raised his face and exhaled his coarse breath.

"Quoi (what), Papa?"

"Sit here."

Lazily Max stepped closer to Ludovic and sat down before the middle-aged man.

"That night you were with your teacher's mother?" ask Ludovic.

"If so, why?"

"Max ...." Ludovic looked at his son. "Are you not aware you're being used by a mature woman to meet ...." He breathed for a moment. "The interpretation," he continued.

"Father!" jolt Max. Face stiffened. "Don't talk like that about Wulan!" He warned.

"Don't defend him, Max!" Ludovic's voice began to rise. "What he did was disgusting. Make love to his own student."

"Lude!" Max couldn't help but growl. He stood up and pointed at the face of the father. "Tu sais rien, c'est mieux que si tu fermes ta iuule (you know nothing, you better shut up)!"

"No, Maximilian, no!" ludovic snarled with rage. But soon after, he tried to control his emotions.

Max folded both arms around his chest. Then smile on his side. "It turns out I'd rather you didn't care about me. I'd rather you're a drunk and just ask me for a ration of money."

Brakkk.

Ludovic kicked the table hard. He could no longer hold back his emotions. He stood up and grabbed Max's jacket collar and pressed the young man against the kitchen wall.

"Listen, Maximilian .. I'm your father, and you're still my responsibility. I don't care how bad I did in the past to you. Clearly, right now, I want to fix it. I'll play the role of a good father. I don't care if you like it or not!" ludovic.

"I can't let something disgusting like this happen. Especially my own son," he continued.

Max grunting. "You don't think you're disgusting? You think by acting like this you can take your sins away?"

Plakk.

One slap landed on Max's cheek. Ludovic's eyes panted at his son who seemed unaffected by his spiceless slap.

He clenched his palms furiously. His breath hunted.

"Surge!" max shouted as he pushed Ludovic roughly. He stepped quickly into his room and slammed the door hard.

Ludovic sat down in his chair. He cupped his head with both hands. He met her with his elbow on the table.

Everything Max said made his heart ache.

"Mara ...." He called that beautiful name.

"Je suis desole (forgive me) ...."

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