The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 83. You Get What You Deserve (2).

Slowly Jolene opened her eyes. He did not know how long he had been unconscious. His nose feels broken. His body felt sore. With all his might he tried to get up.

His chest was pounding at the thought of his cell phone. The bad boy snatched it. He believes Max will show his pictures to the police.

Destroy him.

"Merde (shit)," he said. There's no other choice. He had to leave his apartment quickly.

His steps were swept into his room. Unlock her wardrobe and pull one big suitcase of light blue. He grabbed his clothes and put them in.

After he felt that everything he needed had gone into the suitcase, he walked into the bathroom and cleaned his face filled with dried blood.

Finished, he grabbed a head-covered jacket and put it on. He dragged his suitcase out of his room and grabbed the keys of the car lying on the sideboard.

With quick steps she exited her apartment, walked down the corridor and into the elevator. When the elevator door opened and he stepped out, he was surprised by two policemen talking to a securite of the building.

"Ah, that's Miss Dupont!" exclaim securite while pointing towards Jolene.

Jolene, who was about to dodge, could no longer twitch as the two policemen walked over to her.

"Miss Jolene Dupont?"

"Oui ...." The woman answered slowly. His whole body was cold hot. His chest pounded.

"Police Nationale De Paris" one of the police said, showing his ID card. Can you come with us to the office?" one of the policemen said with a friendly smile.

"What's the problem?" jolene pretended not to understand.

"A teenager named Maximilian Guillaume reported the rape you committed on him."

"What kind of a slander is this!" jolene with a tense face.

"You can explain it in the office, Miss Dupont. Mari?"

The two policemen grabbed Jolene's arm and guided her out of the apartment building followed by astonished gazes from the building's guard.

"Je veux mon avocado (i want my lawyer)!"

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"Still sick?" asked Wulan while stroking the back of Max's head that had been covered in bandages.

Max shook his head. He rested his back on the sofa backrest inside Wulan's apartment.

From the bloody incident at Jolene's place, to the police station in Paris to report the woman and pick Wulan up, then to the hospital to treat the wound on his head, making fatigue begin to attack him. But he felt very relieved.

Jolene has received her reward.

"It's time for a vacation." Max raised his face while closing his eyes. "I want to go away for a moment." He looked towards Wulan and smiled. "Bagcari ...."

Wulan approached Max who was stretching out his hands preparing to welcome him into his arms.

"I hope all the problems are done" murmured Wulan.

"It's over" Max said.

"I believe in you. You're endangering yourself to clean things up, Max."

"should."

Wulan tightened her embrace at the begal youth she loved so much.

"Thank you for everything, Max ...."

"Thank you for everything, Wulan ...."

They spoke simultaneously. It made both of them laugh.

"I want you to come with me to see my father."

Wulan frowned. "Welcome to your father? What's for?"

"Nurus ...."

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Max opened the door to his apartment slowly. Then told Wulan who was standing at his door to enter.

"Ludo?" call him while turning on the living room lights. There's no one there. The room was neatly arranged.

"Please sit down, Wulan." Max invites Wulan to sit on a sofa usually occupied by his father.

Ludovic's room door was open. The middle-aged man was surprised to see Wulan's presence.

"Salut, Monsieur Guillaume," said Wulan who spontaneously moved from his seat.

"Miss Is Wise." Ludovic said hello.

Max stands between Ludovic and Wulan. Staring at his father with a sour face.

"You should apologize to Wulan!" it made Ludovic look surprised.

"I ... can explain it," he said stammered.

"I'm sorry to him now!" hardik Max while blocking Ludovic's shoulder hard.

"Max, stop!" Wulan pulled Max's arm to keep him away from the middle-aged man.

Max who did not accept Wulan prevented him from trying to grab Ludovic's shirt.

"Already, Max ... don't act like that to your father!" snarled Wulan while pushing Max's chest backwards.

Max looked cynically at Ludovic who now lowered his head. "You know your mistake, don't you, Old Man?" ask Max with a sigh.

"Shut up, Max!" hardik Wulan while pointing towards Max's face. "If there's something to talk about, talk carefully, okay?" His voice began to soften.

Max took a deep breath. He then dropped his tat pan onto the sofa. "I really hope he doesn't believe anything Jolene says. In fact ...he was so foolish as to believe the woman," he grumbled.

"I ...." Ludovic hung his words. Wulan and Max were simultaneously staring at him.

"I didn't believe everything Miss Dupont said. But ... Because he's a Teacher, I think ...."

"Teacher breng sek!" sela Max's.

Ludovic looked at Wulan. "Miss Like .. emm ... Wulan, can I have you say that?"

Wulan nodded. He waited patiently for Ludovic's words.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. As a father who was mending relationships with his son, I became overprotective." He breathed for a moment. "I'm not saying I'm willing Max to be in touch with you. But, if it makes Max happy and no one is harmed, I can do what."

Ludovic raised both hands. "Maybe I just need some time. But trust me, everything will be fine, Wulan."

Wulan smiled and nodded. "Merci, Monsieur Guillaume."

"Ludovic .. Call me Ludovic."

Wulan's chest seemed to be watered by abundant fresh water. It felt so cold to the recesses of his heart. He looked at Max. The young man rolled his eyes. But it looks a happy tinge on his face.

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Hello, friends.

High School Bad Boy will have the last two episodes yes, thank you for accompanying me writing so far.

If you want to read the next novel, it has the title Love In Black. Please go to the stall.

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