The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 7. Pourquoi Tu Fais, Max (Why Do You Do That, Max)?

Adrienne watched Wulan from the moment she started to walk into the teacher's room until she sat down at her desk. The woman looked agitated. He occasionally throws a smile at her.

"Is there a problem, Wulan?" ask Adrienne.

"Yes, I was thinking about one of the students in my class. Max," she answered.

"You mean .. Maximilian William?"

Wulan nodded.

"I'm out of words for her." Adrienne. "One month ago he had a feud with Damien, the Instructor Teacher, have you met him?"

"Yes, I've met him. Why are they fighting?"

"Max fights with other grade kids. Damien took her to his room. And they got into a fight until Max beat up Damien."

"Jeez."

"No sanctions on Max? The discussions?Expended?"

"Ejected? Where could. The government requires SD to High School and free. That is why school children in this country become unruly, especially in big cities where there are a lot of immigrants from Africa, conflict countries from the Middle East and also poor countries from Eastern Europe" said Adrienne. "Ah, Max was only suspended for one week of that time."

Wulan nodded - nodding. A stretch of Max's face filled with bruises flashed.

"I saw a bruise on Max's face. I just thought the kid was in trouble."

Adrienne. "Surely he had a lot of trouble. The neighborhood where he lives is full of problems."

Stalingrads. Residential areas in the city of Suresnes madya that many immigrants live in. He only realized that the distance from the apartment where he lived was only a few kilometers from the crime-prone settlement.

Wulan sighed deeply - deeply. Somehow he was interested in exploring Max's life more deeply. He was so sure something was wrong with the boy.

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Max noticed the reflection of his face in the mirror. The bruises that were next to his lips, then at his temple. It's not very clear. But still make a handsome face with a jaw that began to solid it looks messy.

Sixteen years of his miserable life.

Max stroked his half-bonded hair and tied it up just like he did. He looked into his blue eyes in the mirror. The color of the mother's eyes was revealed to her.

No. gabe. Max never met his mother. The woman died while giving birth to herself. He only saw it through the dull photos that the father kept.

Yep. Daddy loser. Who always blamed him for his wife's death. Look at him now. A useless drunk. And treat it like shit.

Max hits the table slowly under the mirror. Then step out of his room. He passed by the father, who was asleep on the couch, snoring and muttering indistinctly.

He opened the door slowly. Then step out of the apartment.

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The view from the rooftop apartment building in Stalingrad is pretty good. From a distance the Eiffel Tower only looks the top. The rest is a view of Paris without skyscrapers.

Etienne and two teenagers, each narrow-eyed and white-skinned, approached Max, who was sitting on the edge of the building, with his legs stretched downward, and the arms he had placed on the safety iron.

"The beer donation from Chen," Etienne said, helping the squinty eye, called Chen, put a beer crate next to Max.

"And a cigarette from Fred." The white man who called himself Fred threw a pack of Gauloise branded cigarettes near Max.

Max smiled happily. He lowered the hoodie that covered his head. Etienne, Chen and Fred then sat lined up on the edge of the building.

"Miss Wulan asked about you this afternoon" Etienne said as she lit her cigarette, then helped light the cigarette in Max's fingers.

"What do you want?" ask Max while smoking his cigarette.

"He likes you" Fred teased, followed by the laughter of Chen and Etienne.

Max hissing. Then turn his eyes straight ahead.

"He saw me beaten up by Nicholas and Havier."

Etienne's eyes are rounded. "They beat you?"

Max showed a bruise on his face with his index finger. "I owe 500 euros. All because that fucking Ludovic took the money I haven't had time to deposit on them." Max called his father's name furious.

"Merde (shit)!" maki Etienne's. "C'est fitting bon (this is not good)."

Max turned his shoulders. Then he swigged the beer bottle in his hand.

"It means that Nicholas and Havier will not supply us with goods before we deposit 500 euros on them" Etienne said. "Where can we get that amount of money" he murmured later.

Max nodded his head. "They gave me two days."

"Oh, no!" exciting Etienne. He thought for a moment. Then he snapped his finger.

"J'ai une idee (i have an idea)!"

"What?" ask Fred.

Etienne smiled happily. "Max, you approach Miss Wulan. Then steal the money."

"Does she look like a woman with a lot of money?" ask Max to doubt.

"What's wrong with trying."

"That's a good idea" Chen said.

Max breathed his breath rough. Then shuffle her hair. Maybe that's the only idea he can do right now. Honestly, he hated doing it. But there seems to be no other choice.

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"A demain (until tomorrow), Adrienne," Wulan said. "Bye, paul, Bye, Monique."

Wulan kissed Adrienne's busy cheeks at her desk and waved at Paul and Monique. Then step out of the teacher room. He walked through the crowded corridor by the students who began to come out of their respective classes.

His eyes caught a tall figure standing on his back against the corridor wall. Both hands he put in his jacket pocket.

Wulan approached the figure with brownish black hair that looked messy then tilted her head to look at the teenager who was lowering her face.

"Max ...." Wulan touched Max's arm slowly. "Ca va (are you okay)?"

"I want to talk to you, Miss."

"You said I could talk to you" Max said, looking at Wulan's astonished face.

"Ah, oui, oui, bien sur (yes, yes, of course)." Wulan gasped. "Where do you want to talk?"

"Paris Dakar, Stalingrad," Max replied mentioning the name of a place.

"Owh, okay."

"See you soon" Max said in English, throwing a faint smile. Then passed from before Wulan.

Wulan was still stunned where she stood. He noticed Max starting to move away. Lips throbbing. Then his smile came up.

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PARIS DAKAR, STALINGRAD, SURESNES, PARIS.

Wulan who had just arrived at the cafe painted dominant orange color was smiling at Max who had been waiting for him. He put his sling bag on the table while watching the teenager who was busy smoking cigarettes in his fingers.

"Can't you smoke in public?" sindir Wulan while watching his surroundings. They sat on chairs outside the cafe.

Max just grinned. Then he slammed his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Wulan while reading the menu book on the table.

"As far as you go" Max replied as he folded his arms in front of his chest.

Wulan waved at the waiter who was inside the cafe. The waiter immediately approached their table.

"Deux Honey Bee Latte, s'il vous plait (two honey bee lattes, please)."

"D'accord, Mademoiselle (well, miss)." The waiter nodded. Then bring the menu book into the cafe.

Ten minutes later, two cups of coffee were on the table.

"Max, what happened that night?" tanya Wulan started the conversation.

"Only a minor conflict with a few friends."

"And you were brutally beaten like that?"

Max chuckles. "Things like that have happened many times in Stalingrad."

"I'll listen to you." Wulan leaned her back against the back of the chair.

"I had a bad life. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father hated me so much."

"Your father beat you up a lot?"

Max threesome. "Uh - huh."

Wulan noticed the bruises on Max's face that were starting to fade.

"You know, Max . You don't have to keep it to yourself."

"You want to take all my complaints?" Max challenged Wulan's gaze.

"There is a Teacher at school. You can talk to him, "pick Wulan.

Max wettest. "The one that sucks Damien?"

"What's the matter with him?" cecar Wulan's.

Max turned his shoulders. "So, I don't believe it."

Wulan grabbed her cup of coffee then tasted it.

"You can talk to me. Whenever you want. But, slowly you have to change your attitude at school."

"What is my attitude like?"

Wulan rolled her eyeballs. "Try to be a little more polite."

Max wettest. "Miss, I don't like school, just a waste of time."

"But kids your age don't have a choice, Max. After all, it's for your future" Wulan argued.

"Arrete test conneries (nonsense)!" hardik Max's.

Wulan sighed softly. "Excusez - moi (excuse me), I have to go to the toilet."

Wulan got up from her seat and entered the cafe. His steps rushed to the bathroom. He soon finished his urge to pee there. Then wash his hands in the sink.

A few moments later he stepped out and was shocked when he did not find Max in his seat. He threw his eyes around looking for the young man. But his figure is invisible where - where.

The waiter approached her and handed her the bill. Wulan immediately picked up the wallet in her bag lying on the table. He was flabbergasted when he saw the contents of his wallet only 100 euros left. There were 600 euros there.

Max's!

"Is there a problem, Miss?" ask the waiter.

"Owh, no, no" he said, handing him a 100-euro note.

"Wait a minute, I'll take the change."

Wulan sat down in a doldrums. He squeezed his face many times. Max took 500 euros out of his wallet and left.

"Oh my God ...."

That money is to pay for the additional rent.

Pourquoi tu fais, Max (why did you do that, Max)?

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