பவுல்வர்டு (Boulevard)

No one told me that love could hurt so much.

That it was like a rose.

If you endure the thorns, you get to the flower.

BASED ON THE WATTPAD NOVEL BOULEVARD WRITTEN BY FLOR M. SALVADOR

Good morning.

Today is your first day of high school. I hope you have a great day, sweetie.

I'm sure you'll love it and make tons of new friends.

I'm already at the hospital, so, wish me luck, okay?

Kisses, sweetie. Mwah. I love you.

Sorry, where's the classroom for second year?

- That door over there. - Thanks.

Sorry, I'm late.

And you are?

Idiot.

- One of the most brilliant periods of our… - Hi.

Sorry. I'm new here and…

You're late.

Hasley… Weigel?

Weigel.

- My dad's German. - Okay.

Sir…

Latecomers aren't allowed in my class.

Seriously?

As I was saying, this year we'll begin with the Golden Age.

You're a jerk.

- They kicked me out. - Technically, they didn't.

Because they would've had to let you in first.

And why are you sitting here smoking joints?

Trying to look cool?

- Want some? - Gross.

What's that?

Shit.

It's toothpaste, okay?

You're funny…

Hasley.

Weigel. Hasley Weigel. My dad's German. Happy?

"Hasley Weigel."

Just Hasley.

What's your name?

Hasley.

- You're Hasley, right? - Yeah.

Cool. I'm Olivia. Call me Oli.

- From class? - Yeah.

Listen, that really sucked earlier.

Don't worry, he's the worst of them all. The rest aren't so bad.

- Just a little bit. - Just a little bit.

We're outside on the stairs having something to drink.

Would you like to join us?

- Can I? - Yeah.

Okay. I'll grab something first.

Great. See you in a bit.

Hasley.

Okay, people. I'll do the introductions. This is Hasley.

- That's Dylan. - Hey.

- Zev. - Hello.

Neizan and Carla.

- Hi. - Hi.

How's it going?

Hey, Oli, who's that blond guy?

Him?

That's Luke Howland.

He's a loser. You'd better stay away from him.

- Why? - He's not right in the head.

He's a weirdo who loses his temper.

- You guys are mean. - What?

- What are you guys talking about? - Hey, about the junkie.

- Ah, Luke. - Super.

Hi. I'm Matt.

Nice to meet you.

Hasley.

Hasley?

What a pretty name. You're new, right?

You still have time to run away.

Ignore him.

That's going to be difficult. My mom is the new psychologist.

- At school? - Shit.

And at the hospital too.

Your mom's the school shrink?

Why would you say that? Are you dumb?

- Sorry. Don't be such a thin-skinned wimp. - What did you say?

They're nice, I promise.

If they bother you, call me. And if they don't, call me anyway.

Time to go back to the cage.

We have practice this weekend. Are you guys coming?

Yeah, sure.

And you can come too so we can catch you up on everything.

Yeah, okay.

Don't let me down, Hasley.

Okay, Romeo.

See you later.

What do you think? Cool, right?

So, what's wrong with this Luke guy?

- Everything's wrong with him. - Since his brother killed himself.

- He's crazy. Always causing trouble. - Come on, Carla.

What? She should know so she doesn't go near him, right?

Sweetie, if you're thinking of running away,

write me a note without spelling mistakes, please.

Good night.

I love you.

Shit.

…thirty-five in Seville at the Palacio de Dueñas,

which was rented out to several families living there.

When he was eight…

DREAMS

Weigel.

Shouldn't you be in class?

You're correct, Luke Howland.

I didn't feel like going.

So you know my name.

Getting high so early?

It relieves my stress.

"Sleep under the stars."

"Travel to Paris."

"Make a trip in a hippie van…."

Hey.

"Plant a tree."

"Dance in public without caring about anything."

"Light fireworks."

Enough. That's private.

What is it? A bucket list or something?

You're dying.

They're dreams.

A bit weird, though.

It's clear you've never had to live constantly on the move.

Well, just so you know, I envy you.

Having dreams and stuff.

That's not for me.

After all, dreams are shattered in the end.

No, I disagree.

They give me hope. Like…

Like there's something else to live for.

In other words, made-up goals to give meaning to a shitty life, right?

What's the point of living a life based on lies?

They're only lies if you don't fulfill them.

And simmer down, you must have dreams too.

Well, right now I'm thinking of having a pot brownie

to get me through the morning.

- Sure, that's all you think about, right? - No.

I also think about swimming with dolphins, for example.

Jumping off a cliff. Driving with no destination.

And traveling to Amsterdam. That too.

To eat brownies, right?

Right.

Hey, is that the dispersion of light on your T-shirt?

You're joking.

You don't know Pink Floyd?

Yeah, that name rings a bell.

How could it not? It's one of the best rock bands in history.

Radiohead.

The Offspring. The Doors.

I mean, I'm sure I've listened to them at some point.

Not even Green Day?

Okay, enough. Spare my life. I'll just get my phone out and…

What? No, stop.

If it's your first time, you have to do it right.

And how do you do that?

On vinyl.

How old are you, 80?

You clearly need me to show you how great music was born.

You're a freak.

Want a toke? Sometimes it's good to break the rules.

I will not put that joint in my mouth.

Hey, you two. What are you doing? Stand up.

To the principal's office, now.

- It's mine. - I said now.

I don't even know her.

You, go to the principal's office. And you, go to class.

Well, I skipped class almost involuntarily.

I mean it. I was late again,

and since that guy wasn't going to let me in, well, that was that.

Yeah, "almost" involuntary. You've got some nerve.

Don't worry, okay? You'll get used to the schedule.

Hasley, are you doing anything later?

No, why?

Want to grab a drink?

Yeah, sure.

Perfect. See you later, then.

Okay, take your seats.

Matt, what are you doing here? Get back to your class, you're late.

For a good reason.

How are you doing with the move and everything?

Well, I don't usually get around to unpacking the boxes.

How come?

We're usually on the move again before I can get to it.

I've lived here all my life, but I travel with the team.

Basketball, right?

The team captain, no less.

And what's life like here?

Well, you know, life can be hell in a small town.

Don't worry. I'll make sure it's paradise for you.

I'm very flattered.

To new beginnings.

Thanks for walking me home.

My pleasure. That way I got to spend a little more time with you.

We're here.

I had a good time today, Has.

Me too.

That was a thousand times better than I'd imagined.

Hasley, sweetie.

Mom, what's up?