The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 70. What A Nice Painting.

JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

Belle grunts at Max, who is chatting with Etienne, Frederick and Chen outside the school gates, smoking their cigarettes. His pouting face looked annoyed. Staring at Max with a slanted look.

"Why you?" etienne asked Belle with her face.

Belle didn't answer Etienne's question. He even pulled Max's hand until the cigarette he was smoking fell onto the sidewalk floor.

"Hey, what do you want?" hardik Max is upset while pulling his arm from Belle's grasp. He picked up his long, lit cigarette.

"Max, je veux parler (i want to talk)" Belle said.

"Speak it here!" exclaim Max.

Belle looked back at Etienne, Frededrick and Chen who were smiling ignorantly mocking her.

"Where were you last weekend?" ask Belle ketus.

"Absolutely I should report to you where I'm going?" sahut Max indifferently.

Belle glared at Etienne who chuckled at the answer from Max's mouth. "Shut up!' he nodded at the young man in black. Etienne immediately stopped her weakness.

"Your father said you were staying at Miss Wulan's place," Belle said to Max's surprise.

Etienne, Frederick and Chen looked at Max with worried gazes.

"Why can you stay there?" belle asked suspiciously, leaving Max stuck. He doesn't know what to answer.

"Max and I stayed at Les Marais. It was before me and her to go to Miss Wulan's place. But we're not staying there. It looks like Monsieur Guillaume misheard Max saying goodbye," Etienne explained trying to save Max who looks confused to answer Belle's question.

The girl thaws. Actually, he did not believe much of what Etienne said. But he did not see the existence of Etienne last weekend in the Stalingrad area.

"What did my father tell you?" ask Max suddenly.

"That's all" Belle said. Then pan's smile flared. "Let's go home together, Max" he said.

Max did not answer. His attention was shifted to the figure of Wulan who had just walked out of the gate with Jolene. Not only that, he found a black Renault Koleos Luxury car just pulled over. It was Christophe's car.

Max clenched his hand as he saw Christophe get out of his car and approach Wulan. It seemed like the man was persuading her to get into the car. At first glance Max sees Jolene's cynical gaze for Christophe. But he doesn't care much about it. He was furious when he saw Wulan get into the man's car.

If Etienne hadn't held him back by holding his arm, maybe Max would have now forced Christophe out of the car and beat him up.

"Max!" belle surprised him.

"Quoi (what)?" hardik Max is upset.

"Would you go home together or not?" whining Belle.

"No!" assertive Max. His eyes followed Christophe's car which started moving away. And a moment later he looked at Jolene who was looking at him with a look of astonishment.

Max hurriedly threw away his face and took Etienne, Frederick and Chen away.

"Hey, where are you going?" belle asked when she realized the four youths were not walking towards the underground station that would take them to Stalingrad. Instead of turning around to go somewhere.

But Max and his three friends did not pay attention to Belle who again grumbled to look at their departure.

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Why did you come home with that Ugly, Wulan? Are you in your apartment? Don't tell me he's taking you anywhere.

Wulan smiled faintly reading a line of messages from Max that went into her phone screen. Apparently Max saw her this afternoon. He was unaware of the young man's presence at the school gate because he was busy thinking about how to keep Jolene from suspecting their relationship.

He immediately wrote a reply for Max.

Desole, Bebe, I was forced to take advantage of Christophe's presence so that Jolene would not suspect our relationship.

Wulan pressed the send button. And moments later, Max's reply message appeared on his screen.

Okay. Is acceptable. But, where are you now?

On the way home.

Quoi (what)? You still on the road? Where did you go with that Ugly?

Just have coffee, Max.

Unacceptable.

Wulan chuckles at Max's message. Making Christophe who was driving next to him squint his forehead.

"Is something funny?" ask the man.

"Oh, no, no. .. that's okay."

"Okay."

"Merci, Christophe," said Wulan as he prepared to open the car door.

"Aren't you going to take me to your apartment?"

"Emm .. I'm doing a lot of work to finish tonight." Wulan picked up the books she brought and showed them to Christophe.

"D'accord (well)" said the man disappointed.

Wulan immediately got out of the car and stood by the roadside waiting until Christophe drove his car away.

As soon as the luxury car blends in with the other vehicles on the street, Wulan turns around to get inside her apartment building. But he abandoned his intentions when he found a blonde woman standing by the dark green door and smiled at him.

"Jolene" he said, surprised.

"Chi, Wulan. Sorry surprised. I'm on business near here, and I happen to see you get off the car ... Christophe." Jolene snapped her fingers.

"Owh, so."

"You live here?" ask Jolene to make small talk.

"Emm .. yeah."

"May I stop by your apartment?"

"Emm .. oui, bien sure (yes, sure)." Wulan replied hesitantly.

"Tres bien (very good)," said Jolene happy.

With her chest pounding fast enough, Wulan invited Jolene to follow her into the building.

The two climbed the stairs to the second floor and entered Wulan's apartment.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Wulan as she steps towards the kitchen.

"Anything." Jolene swept her gaze across the neatly arranged room. Then his steps approached the two paintings attached to the wall of the living room. One painting of a woman in a medieval black dress with one small inscription on the corner, Patrick Gautier, and another that attracted him was a Wulan painting against the background of the Eiffel tower and the Pont Marie bridge fence.

Jolene felt the painting gently. Touching Wulan's face with the tip of her fingers and then down to her corner, found a small inscription, Maximilian. His forehead flinched.

"Hmmm .. what a nice painting (a really good painting)" said Jolene.

Wulan who had just come brought two cups of warm tea, smiled.

"Who painted it?" jolene asked as she received one cup of tea that Wulan had placed on her.

"Here is Lady Magnifica, whose painter is Patrick Gautier." Wulan pointed at the painting of the woman in black dress. "This one ...." Wulan chuckles. "Max painted it .. I mean, Guillaume." Wulan corrected his words.

"Guillaume painted it?" ask Jolene curiously. "He's a painter?"

"Yeah, he's a street painter."

"Ah, d'accord (so)?"

Wulan nodded. "He's very talented" Wulan said.

"I never thought." Jolene poked her lips. "Bengal boy but handsome, and also an artist. Interesting, huh, Wulan?" Jolene looked at Wulan with a strange smile on her lips. I don't know what that means.

"Emmm .. I think so," replied Wulan carefully. He sipped his tea slowly.

"He can even attract the attention of adult women ...."

Wulan almost choked on her tea. "really?"

"I'm just guessing, Wulan," said Jolene. The woman chuckled. "Ah, you have a very comfortable apartment. Not too big."

"Merci, Jolene."

Jolene finished the rest of the tea. Then put the cup on the table. He walked closer to Wulan, and without first asking permission, he grabbed Wulan's hair and stroked her. "Pretty."

Wulan swallowed his saliva. He retreated slowly to keep his hair out of Jolene's hands. "Merci," he said later with his guard down.

For a moment, Jolene stared silently at Wulan. His smile continued to stumble. Wulan also felt how strange this situation was for her.

"Bon, ben (yes it is) ...." Jolene's voice made him gasp. "I won't linger here. I'll let you rest."

In Wulan's heart was greatly relieved to hear Jolene's words. He felt trapped in this strange and confusing situation.

Wulan drove the woman outside her apartment door.

"I think it's important that I know your address, Wulan," Jolene said before saying goodbye and casually walked down the hallway of the apartment and down the stairs.

Wulan let out a deep breath. His brain went back to work digesting this situation.

Jolene is confusing.