(Modern AU)

Javert walked through the halls, clutching the strap of his bag. The same halls he's been, pushed into lockers, broken his glasses, and called many vicious terms. A lump formed in his throat, and the pit in his stomach grew ,remembering all the awful things that's happened to him in these halls. What he would give to run out of these halls right now, but he would swallow his pride and carry on.

Javert wore a baggy sweater, so no one would notice his "feminine parts". It was dark blue, one he thought that brought out his eyes nicely. He paired it with his black skinny jeans and boots, his usually ensemble with his brown hair tied back with a red ribbon.

He unlocked his locker, twisting with the combination of 24-6-01. He switched around his books, for the class he would need to go to first.

His body was crushed against the painful metal of the lockers, leaving a bruise on his arm. His circular black framed glasses, slid off and fell to the ground. Javert sighed to himself ,at the familiar sensation of pain filled him.

"Hey, lady." An arrogant, overly cocky jock mocked. Javert tried not to let any sign of weakness escape, he held on strong and straightened himself out. "For the last time I am a boy." He said to the football player.

"Last time I checked, boys don't have two of those." The jock spat, lifting up the hem of Javert's sweater. Javert quickly pushed down his sweater, with red flooding his cheeks, hoping to god no one saw what he was trying to hide. The jock gave a cocky chuckle, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Javert glared at him with hatred in his eyes. The jock grinned to him stepping closer, causing Javert to press his back against the cold metal lockers. The crack of glass echoed through the halls. His glasses. The jock backed away, reviling the crushed glasses he'd stepped on. Javerts heart sank, seeing yet another pair of glasses ruined. Oh, his mother would beat him.

"Hey, move on now!" A powerful voice rang through the hall. The jocks turned their head, as well as Javert. A tall tanned boy was there. Stubble cheeks with a green jacket, and white button up, paired off with jeans and converse. He was new, and hella cute in Javerts eyes.

"What are you gonna do about it?" The jocks voice yelled to the boy. He obviously wasn't happy about the other presence in the room.

The boy stepped up to the jocks fearlessly. "I told you to cut it out, it should be enough." His tone was cool and threatening, sending a chill down Javert's spine.

The jock motioned for his posse to move out, they all slowly backed away. "Fine, but we'll be back." Javert obviously knew they would be back, when this other boy would be gone. Javert watched as they football players left.

"These yours?" The boy asked kneeling down ,and picking up the shattered frames. Javert looked to the handsome boy. His heart speed up pressing against his rib cage, he saw his kind eyes, and gentle face. "Yes, but I don't think they'll do me any good now." Javert replied as he took the remains of his glasses.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to be treated like that." The boy replied standing up, brushing his pants off. "It's fine... They can't handle someone being different and proud about it." Javert said opening his locker up again, putting his broken glasses inside and getting his remaining books.

"How so?" The boy questioned leaning against the locker. Javert looked to the taller boy. "Well... I'm a boy, but biologically I'm a girl, I'm trans in other words." Javert said looking to him. The other boy nodded. "So they treat you poorly, because you choose to express who you really are?"

Javert nodded, "and to top off that weirdness, I'm gay, in witch I like boy." Javert felt strange, confessing all of this to a stranger, it seemed to pour out and he couldn't figure out how to put it back in.

"I'm pan, don't worry." The boy chuckled smiling at Javert. Javert gave a small smile to the boy as he gave him the bit of comfort

"I'm sorry I should introduce myself. My name is Jean Valjean, I'm new." The boy, Jean, smiled kindly to him. Javert smiled and stuck out his hand, "Javert." Valjean took his hand shaking it.

"Can I walk you to your class?" Valjean asked politely. Javert nodded to him locking his locker. "You may." He replied. Jean smiled happily and walked side by side ,as Javert directed him where to go.

Valjean already knew ,he wanted to be more than friends with Javert.

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