[Comprehensive British and American] Safe Neighborhood

As night falls, the evening breeze is gentle, and the cool night makes the whole room look quiet and comfortable.

The translucent gauze curtain was blown away, the alarm clock on the table was flashing numbers, and the screen would light up when the hour came, and the desk lamp on the cabinet next to the bed was dimly lit, and the soft light shone on the opposite bookshelf There are various toy figures and models on the bookshelves.

A figure is lazily leaning on a sofa seat in front of a computer, with one arm resting on the armrest and the other on the table, fingers wrapped in white bandages are holding a gray mouse and clicking on it .

The cold blue light from the computer screen made his face more defined, his slightly pursed lips were pale and dry, and the blue-purple bruises at the corners of his right eye and mouth looked a bit scary.

His slightly curly brown hair is fluffy and soft, and the bangs on his forehead are slightly long enough to cover his eyebrows. Under the few strands of hair, a pair of pure green pupils are staring intently at the computer screen in front of him, and clearly see what is on it. A few black characters came into view.

[School Name: THEKISKISCHOOL State: Pennsylvania School Nature: Boys High School (Boarding) Established: 1888 Number of Students: 200 Average SAT Score: 1584 Courses: Computer, Art, Mathematics, Science, AP...]

He kept scrolling the mouse to scroll down the webpage. When he saw the address of the school, a hint of impetuousness flashed in his eyes, and he directly clicked on the X number on the webpage.

Hanging his arms with a bit of frustration, he leaned back and looked at the computer screen to think about things in his mind.

A person's face flashed in his mind, and he was stunned for a moment. He picked up the mobile phone next to the computer, unlocked it, and opened the text message interface.

Today at 15:27 Ashley: [Hi, Lucas...how are you doing? 】

"..."

He couldn't help typing a word to her, and was about to click send, when he thought of something, he deleted it in annoyance.

Humph...

I haven't looked for him for half a month, why send a message now.

The corners of his mouth pursed in dissatisfaction, and he threw the phone on the table, remembering the strategy he found on the Internet.

[Article 14: If a girl sends you messages every day, then she must like you. If you want to test how much she likes you, then you should take a cold look at her. If she feels hurt, then you are The position in her heart must be very important. 】

...He just believed this and was going to test it, but there was no news for 15 days.

As a result, it was obvious that he had no weight in Ashley's heart.

He even remembered that he was always the one who took the initiative to send messages, and she never took the initiative to talk about anything about her except answering his questions.

A cruel and ruthless woman...and very smooth, full of lies, making him play around.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt bored and panicked, and threw the phone on the table in a fit of anger.

(button buckle...)

There was a knock on the bedroom door, Lucas got up from the sofa chair and saw Diandra in a white bathrobe walking in with a glass of milk.

"What are you doing?" asked Diandra, who even at home wears elaborate makeup that she only removes at night before going to bed.

Passing the milk in her hand to Lucas, she sat on the bed, glanced at her son's room, and saw the opened suitcase in the corner and some cardboard boxes for storing things.

Following her gaze, Lucas took a sip of milk and replied obediently, "There's nothing to do... pack your bags early."

Diandra nodded, glanced at the bandage wrapped around Lucas's finger holding the cup, frowned slightly and said, "The doctor said that your fingers should not be moved too often, which is not conducive to recovery."

"I didn't do anything." Putting the milk glass on the table gently, he sat on the chair and looked at Diandra and said.

Looking at his relaxed expression, Diandra's expression was a little heavy.

"Your dad and I are currently picking out schools for you that you can transfer to."

"Can I choose by myself?" Lucas looked at Diandra's serious face and said slowly, "...I want to go to a closed high school far away from here."

Staring at his face for a few seconds, Diandra thought for a few seconds and nodded, "...I will tell you after discussing with your father Robert."

Lucas smiled, showing a row of neat and white teeth, "...don't I even have the right to choose my own school?"

When he smiled, the wound at the corner of his mouth was painful, and soon, he frowned and looked at Diandra with his mouth pursed, like a silent protest.

Looking at the dissatisfied eyes in her son's eyes, Diandra sighed, and still emphasized, "Your father and I must discuss this matter, Lucas, this is not a trivial matter."

"The education level of noble schools is better than that of ordinary high schools. Schools that can receive good education will help you to go to college in the future."

Diandra explained, picking up the half-empty glass of milk he had left on the table and handing it to him.

Lucas took it and drank it in one gulp.

"...need to see a psychiatrist?"

"unnecessary."

Taking the empty glass in his hand, Diandra glanced at the clock and reminded, "It's getting late, Lucas, go to bed early."

She bowed her head and kissed her son's forehead.

"Good night." The usual alienated smile returned to her face, and she took the cup and prepared to leave.

Just as she opened the door to go out, Lucas' voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"...will I become like my dad, a gay?"

Hearing this sentence, Diandra's body froze, she turned around for almost a second, and corrected with a bit of anger, "Lucas, your father is not gay."

Lucas stared at her calmly, "...but you often say that."

"..." Diandra helped her forehead helplessly, "That's just a joke with your father, don't say that in front of your father, do you understand?"

Lucas understood and nodded.

"Okay, go to bed early." Diandra said again, ready to leave, but she stopped again, with some hesitation, she turned her head and said to Lucas.

"By the way, if you want to go to any school, you can tell me, we will consider it."

After speaking, she closed the door and left.

When he heard her words, Lucas froze for a second, then slowly raised the corners of his lips.

...succeeded.

Within a few days, Diandra accompanied Lucas to the school to go through the withdrawal procedures.

While Diandra went to the principal's office, Lucas went to the classroom alone.

Because this matter caused a lot of trouble, almost everyone in the school knew him, and along the way he received other people's probing eyes. Although he expected such a result, it still made him feel a little displeased.

Some girls from other classes who were bolder even came to him directly and started to encourage him for no reason.

"Lucas, I watched those videos and I want to say... you are really brave."

Looking at the longing light in the other party's eyes, he suddenly felt a little funny.

...nausea.

...hypocritical.

But he still smiled politely, narrowing his eyes, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he turned and entered the classroom of his own class.

As soon as he walked into the classroom, he saw Garrett rushing towards him with an aggrieved face.

"Dude...why haven't you seen me these days..." Thinking of Garrett who was turned away every time he went to Lucas's house to see him these days, his tone was indescribably mournful.

Lucas gave him a sideways look, and replied in a slightly alienated tone, "...It's not that I didn't let you in, it's just that my mother said I need to take a good rest for a few days."

Garrett curled his lips, thinking of his mother Diandra's style, he believed it.

There are other students in the class staring at them all the time, so it is inconvenient to say some things.

Lucas went back to his desk to pack his things, but found that everything was packed, and he looked at the blond boy.

Garrett scratched his hair, and said with a flattering tone, "I'll tidy everything up for you in advance."

"Thank you," Lucas smiled, lifted his schoolbag and opened it, straddling his shoulders casually.

After checking the cabinets in the desk where things were usually stored, and making sure that nothing was pulled down, he walked out of the classroom.

Before walking out of the classroom, he glanced at the quiet short-inch boy sitting in the corner, who was also watching him at the moment.

Looking at Lao Gao's bruised and swollen face, Lucas pretended to shake his phone inadvertently, and strode out of the classroom.

Garrett followed him the whole time, looking pitiful.

"Dude, I'm really sorry for you. I really didn't know what happened this time. It's all my fault. I didn't realize it at all for so many days... You were being bullied." Chasing Lucas, Gary Te said anxiously, looking annoyed.

"It's not your fault," Lucas stopped, looked at him and said, "What are you apologizing for?"

Looking at his unwavering green eyes, Garrett felt even more ashamed.

...My good friend was bullied, and he was the last to know, this...

But he felt that Lucas was also very strange. After being blackmailed by those people for so long, he never revealed a word to him.

...does he not believe him?Or do you think it's useless to tell him?

Garrett couldn't figure it out, so he asked directly, "...Why didn't you tell me?"

"Is it useful to tell you?" Lucas stared at him and said disapprovingly.

The blond boy almost choked when he heard this sentence. Although he had guessed it a long time ago, the admission from Lucas still gave him a big blow.

Tears started to well up in his eyes.

Seeing Garrett's reaction, Lucas froze for a moment, turned his gaze to the little hamster he gave him in his arms, and began to have a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"We were never meant to be friends, were we?"

"...But we've been friends since we were 8 years old." Garrett's voice choked up.

Lucas sighed and looked up at the sky. The blue sky was vast and cloudless, with a few sparrows flying by, clear and peaceful.

"...Garrett, look up at the sky, do you really have an impression?"

Lucas said something of unknown meaning. Garrett didn't understand, but he still raised his head and stared at the sky. After looking at it for a long time, he asked inexplicably, "...it seems that I don't have any impression, but I can see it every day. ...It's normal...Is there anything strange about it?"

Lucas didn't answer.

After a long time, he retracted his gaze, looked at Garrett, and said slowly, "Think about it... did we really know each other since we were 8 years old? We really, have been together for almost 8 years Are you friends?"

Garrett was stopped by the question. He thought about it seriously for a long time. The image of them playing football on a pile of dirt flashed in his mind, and he nodded with certainty, "We have known each other since we were 8 years old, and we have been doing it for 8 years. Friend... no, dude, what the hell is wrong with you, you've been saying weird things since just now."

"...It really is." Lucas grinned, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

A few seconds later, he covered up the loneliness in his eyes, and said goodbye to Garrett, "...I'm going to transfer schools, and I may not have the chance to meet you in the future...Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the school. At this moment, Diandra's car had already parked outside.

"Wait... Lucas!" Garrett shouted urgently behind him.

Lucas stopped in his tracks, looked back, and saw Garrett holding the little hamster in his hand, took a breath, looked at him seriously, and said every word.

"...It's really fun to be friends with you, no matter what, Lucas, you are my best friend."

"..."

"I hope you can make friends in the new school, and everything goes well... goodbye, Lucas." Garrett said with a bit of reluctance.

Lucas looked at him for a long time without making a sound. Finally, he slowly raised the corners of his lips and responded softly, "...goodbye."

...you are my best friend too.

As stupid as hell.

He added silently in his heart.

At night, not long after the sun had completely set, Lucas was lying on the bed in the bedroom, staring at the message sent by the blonde girl with his mobile phone in a daze.

Or just the sentence [Hi, Lucas...how are you doing? 】

"..."

...Won't she even say a word?

...Aren't you very happy to see that he didn't reply, so you don't have to talk to him anymore?

Never let her succeed...

Thinking of this, Lucas pressed the phone screen and typed a string of words [I'm fine, how about you? (Smile)】

I was about to click send, and then quickly deleted it.

...so mean.

Why is he so humble.

I was so angry that my chest was tight.

Biting his lower lip unwillingly, he clicked on the privacy software, and the screen ran for a while before connecting to the other party's camera.

I didn't expect to have better luck today.

Usually, when it is opened, it is the ceiling or the bed sheet, but today when it is opened, the view is facing the blonde girl's desk.

I saw the blond girl sitting at the desk, holding a pen in her hand, writing something seriously.

She seems to have just taken a shower, with a pink bath towel wrapped around her chest, two slender arms, clear collarbones under her neck, a healthy bronze glow in her skin, and her hair is a little wet on her shoulders...

Seeing this scene that seemed to be in a dream, Lucas couldn't help being startled, swallowed, and his protruding Adam's apple slipped.

buzzing...

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Lucas opened Messages, and an unknown number sent him a text message.

【I've already arrived. 】

...at a really bad time.

With a click, Lucas got up, took out a denim jacket from the closet and put it on, changed into a pair of sneakers and went out.

When passing by the living room, I met Diandra who was sitting on the sofa and applying a facial mask while watching TV.

"Where are you going, Lucas?"

Lucas shook the book in his hand and replied, "I borrowed a book from my classmate. He is nearby now. I will return it to him."

"Oh, go ahead and come back early."

Coming out of the house, walking through several streets in the community, I saw the boy standing under the tree.

Squeezing the book in his hand, he walked over.

"The money is on page 160," he said, handing the book to the boy.

The boy's maroon cut was neat and neat, and with that swollen face that had been beaten up, he looked a little silly.

He took the book, opened it, and sure enough, there were several US dollars in the pages.

"...Will that bastard really be sentenced?" After closing the book, he looked at Lucas, his eyes that were originally dead were a bit hostile at the moment.

Lucas fully understood his worries and nodded, "Although he is 17 years old and still underage, but the fights and all kinds of evidence of theft and rape you gave... 10 years is not a problem."

While talking, he raised his hand to let the boy see the bandages wrapped around the five fingers of his left hand, and said with a smile, "...offending me has nothing to do with it."

Looking at his fingers, the boy's eyes flickered, and he remembered the scene of the person in front of him hitting his fingers with an iron rod thrown aside after the group of people extorted money and left...

A trace of fear flashed across his eyes, and Lucas watched them one by one.

"Anyway, thank you for cooperating with me and leading those people to target me," Lucas's lips curled slightly, and he smiled like a demon, his tone was full of jokes, "...he will also There is no chance to bully you, I told you a long time ago, Wei An... this is like a business, if you cooperate with me, you will surely make money."

The boy named Wei An stopped talking, staring at the toe of his shoe, suddenly feeling a little confused.

He remembered half a month ago that he was dragged into the bathroom by that bastard named Justin and humiliated. He was walking on the night road in despair. At this time, Lucas suddenly appeared and offered to cooperate with him.

He knew Lucas. They had been in the same class for more than a year, and they had never spoken to each other. The only impression he had of him was that he could play the piano well, was very popular with teachers and classmates, and... ..his powerful family.

Lucas asked him to let Justin's group focus on him, with an emphasis on blackmail and blackmail, which he did, which puzzled him at first because he'd never seen anyone ask someone else bully yourself...

But he has no choice... Justin stares at him every day and humiliates him whenever he has time, he doesn't want to go to school, the guy makes him say that if he doesn't go to school, he will strip him naked The video was posted online...

During that time, he desperately wanted to commit suicide, and it was not until Lucas appeared that he took a breath.

"...What is your... purpose?" Wei An asked hesitantly, "...I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still can't figure it out. The things you do...do you no good at all. ..Why are you helping me like this?"

First distracted Justin's group of people, then smashed his own finger, and finally got Justin into jail...and... gave him a sum of money.

Lucas chuckled twice, with a cold voice, "...that's not something you should know."

"..." Wei An's fingers holding the book turned white from the force.

"My purpose has nothing to do with you," he heard the brown-haired boy say slowly, "Don't mention this matter to anyone in the future, otherwise, Justin's commutation of sentence will not be good for you."

After speaking, Lucas turned around and left without keeping his eyes on him.

Wei An watched his leaving back quietly, mocking himself in his heart.

...I thought we could be friends.

Nearly a week after the incident with Lucas, Sally finally completed the exams for all subjects. On this day, she had nothing to do to eat in the cafeteria and pulled out the chat records with Lucas.

...still no message.

Looking at the account, the green dot in the lower right corner of the avatar shows that Lucas is online at the moment.

...is sending a message.

With that in mind, she typed a sentence on the keyboard:

[Lucas? 】

As soon as it is sent, it will be displayed as read immediately.

???

Sally, who thought she was blind, took a closer look, and it did show "read".

...What does this mean?

...is Lucas in her chat right now?

Sally waited a moment, thinking Lucas might be about to message her.

But quietly, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement at all...

what's the situation?

...What does this brat mean by not replying to the message?

Sally felt baffled, but on second thought, she is now a hated person in Lucas' eyes, and it's quite normal if she doesn't reply.

Just as I was about to send another message to express condolences, suddenly Berkeley called.

"Hello? Ashley, are you free this weekend?"

"Yes, I have..."

"Then can you help mom go to your Aunt Merlin's house this Saturday to get an important document, I really can't get away from work..."

"Alright, where is Aunt Merlin?"

"It's in a town not far from our previous address. I'll send you a text message for the specific address."

"Okay." Sally replied.

"I love you, my dear, you are really helpful." The other end of the phone was very noisy, and Berkeley's voice was not very real, "...Okay, baby, I'm going to hang up, goodbye."

"...goodbye."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Sally received a text message from Berkeley.

...not far from your previous home?

...Isn't that also very close to Lucas's house?

Or, just go over and see what the brat has become?

The author has something to say:

I want to talk about a detail in my speech. In the original movie, Diandra always suspected that her husband Robert was gay. I watched it several times and figured out some details. I was sure that Robert was gay. Sexual love is very likely.

In this chapter, Lucas deliberately asks Diandra, will I also become a gay like Dad?

In fact, he told Diandra in a disguised form that he wanted to try it too, which was why Diandra was so angry.

Well, in the next chapter, the hero and heroine will meet...

By the way, the plot of the last chapter was overhauled. If you don’t mind the trouble and those who feel that you can’t connect with this chapter, you can go back and read it again. I love you guys.

(This is the longest utterance ever...)