The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 9. Tu As Attire Mon Attention (You Attracted My Attention).

Max leaned his back against the door of his locker as he watched Wulan chatting with Damien near the row of the teacher room.

He doesn't like Damien. The guy's a cocky and a bitch. I really don't like all the teachers at this school. Or rather, he didn't like school. I can't wait for a year to pass until I can complete this very useless High School education.

Every now and then Max saw the laughter of Wulan that seemed to be caused by a joke - the joke of Damien.

He admitted, the new English Teacher has a beautiful face. His facial lines are smooth and seem fragile. I don't know which country that woman came from. Thailand, Philippines, Malaysia, maybe.

Max couldn't even guess his age. Wulan looks like a teenager her age.

"Yoo!"

One exclamation accompanied by a loud pat on his shoulder made Max gasp. Etienne grimaced before him.

"Who are you watching?" asked Etienne while looking over and over.

"Not who" Max replied as he turned around and locked his locker. Then gestured for Etienne to follow her towards the classroom.

Max walked past Wulan and Damien who were still busy chatting. He threw a glance at the beautiful woman.

With his cold face, of course.

He did not return Wulan's smile to her. Then alternately looked at Damien with a cynical look.

"Bonjour (good morning), Miss." Etienne who was walking behind Max greeted Wulan. Greeted with a wave of the woman's hand.

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Wulan glanced at Max who walked past her. He smiled to greet the young man. But Max hurriedly threw his gaze straight ahead. In the end he waved at Etienne who kindly greeted him.

"Two troublemaking kids," muttered Damien who was staring cynically at Max and Etienne's back that started to drift away.

"Have you ever tried to speak from heart to heart with them? I mean, what's behind these two being troubled kids."

Damien. "I'm a Teacher, Wulan. Of course I've spoken from heart to heart to all the troubled kids at this school."

"Then?"

"The other kids are pretty open to me. But Max ...." Damien shaking. "Smute."

"I think Max needs someone he trusts to talk about his problems."

Damien pressed his shoulder. "Maybe. It means he doesn't trust me" he said.

Wulan sighed deeply - deeply. At first glance the corner of his eye caught the shadow of Max entering his class.

"Emc .. Damien, excuse me, I have to go to class."

"Okay, see you later, Wulan."

Wulan nodded and turned around stepping towards the classroom.

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"Bonjour, tout le monde (good morning, everybody)."

Wulan greeted the entire class while putting her books on the table. Of course his voice sank among the commotion that was going on there. He glanced at Max who was sitting still while crossing his arms around his chest and leaning on the chair. Her slightly long hair she just let loose.

Max only glanced at Wulan at a glance. Then turn his eyes straight ahead.

Wulan took one book from the table and showed the cover to the whole class.

The Pilgrim Of Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard.

"Who brought the book?" ask Wulan.

Feeling unmoved, Wulan stepped around all the tables and asked directly one by one students while knocking - tapping the table right in front of each of them to ask for attention.

"Angela, did you bring the book?" wulan asked the curly-haired girl before him.

"Ben, non (yes, no)," said Angela.

Wulan glanced at the one female student behind Angela. It seemed like he was carrying the same book as the one being held by Wulan.

"Ah, Pauline .. You brought the book, huh?"

"Je pense que oui (i think so)."

"C'est bien (good), Pauline," Wulan praised with a smile. "Have any of you brought this book?" Wulan lifted her book while spreading her gaze to the rest of the class. " As I have scheduled for today" he murmured.

"Etienne?" ask Wulan.

Etienne scratched her head which was not itchy at all.

"The others?" ask Wulan back to the rest of the class.

There's no answer. It seems only a student named Pauline who has the intention to bring the book, as scheduled today is reading.

"Okay, we take it in turns." Wulan opened the first page on the book in her hand.

"Who will first read it .. emmm ...." Wulan looked at each face - the face in front of him while thinking of pointing at one of them.

"Just me, Miss!" etienne exclaimed as she raised her hand, greeted with cheers from the entire class.

"Accept ...." Wulan walked up to Pauline and picked up the book on her desk and gave it to Etienne.

"Read the first page" he said.

"I'm not sure he can read."

A voice slammed from the corner of the room.

"Ta lakuule (silence)!" hardik Wulan while raising his hand, without turning his head towards the origin of the sound. "Come, Etienne!"

"Emmm .. He .. aven .. and . e. arth .. in .. jest." Etienne spelled the title on the first page with her French accent so thick.

Of course the whole class exploded with laughter. Mocking Etienne whose face had now flushed red restrained the embarrassment.

Wulan glanced at Max who was still sitting unmoved in front of Etienne. At first glance, the young man smiled an amused smile. Maybe he couldn't bear to hear Etienne's very funny accent.

This was the first time Wulan had seen such a warm expression on Max's face.

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Pierre approached the flabbergasted Wulan staring at the screen of the phone he had in his hand.

He violently grabbed that thing.

"Please!" hardiknya.

"Who's Emelie? Why would he send you such friendly words?" Wulan's voice shook. His chest pounded. "You're cheating?"

Plakk.

Wulan complained as soon as a slap landed on her cheek.

"Don't just talk!" shouting Pierre.

"How are you gonna explain it?" Wulan pointed to the cell phone that was now in Pierre's hands.

"I don't have to explain anything."

"You betrayed me, Pierre!"

"I told you not to talk, you useless woman!"

Plakk.

Plakk.

"Adrrgh!"

Wulan shouted out loudly. Open your eyes and sit on the bed. The sweat wetted his face. He held his chest that was pounding.

Draw deep breaths, then exhale slowly. He closed his eyes for a moment. The pain in his chest came back. No, not just in his chest. The pain filled the recesses of his heart. But he could not cry anymore. Her tears are finished.

How he overcame this pain.

By ourselves. On such a quiet night. So empty. Only occasionally did the sirens of police patrol cars roar from a distance.

Wulan stepped gontai out of her room. Looking for something that can wet his throat that feels dry.

He took a glass from the kitchen cupboard and filled it with tap water. Wulan gulped it down.

A little better.

But he could not continue his sleep. His chest still feels heavy. His mind wandered into the past.

The past continues to haunt him. Even though he said goodbye to her.

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