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TRIGGER WARNINGS: CURSING, MENTIONS AND DEPICTIONS OF ABUSE AND PARENTAL NEGLECT, HOMOPHOBIA

Male Pronouns : New Boy in Town Trope : Georgian :

Y/N moved from Georgia to Washington; a drastic change of pace, scenery, as well as weather. However, only one thing has stayed the same: High School.

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Fingers gripped tight to the strap over his broad shoulder, pulling it taut to ensure it wouldn't slide off. Y/N kept his gaze trained firmly on the ground, avoiding any and all confrontation. However, his ears still picked up on the words his peers tried to desperately conceal behind their hands.

"That's Y/N, isn't he the cutest?"

"Why hasn't he made any friends yet?"

"Don't try to talk to him. I hear the last kid who tried to befriend him got his head smashed into a locker!"

"He's already been in three fights! He's only been here for two weeks!"

"Y/N's got a bad rep already. I'd steer clear from him if I were you."

The boy's jaw clenched as he attempted to drown out the whispers all around him, his fingers curling into fists as he tries in vain to reel his anger in. This was the exact reason his parents had packed up and moved him: his anger issues.

Y/N's parents, his mother more specifically, couldn't handle the gossip and judgmental stares they would receive everywhere they went. People would talk behind his mother's back at the grocery store, always speaking about the horrors her devil-of-a-son had committed. No matter how much Y/N had begged his mother to believe that he hadn't done anything without a reason, his mother still grew to resent him. Now, she couldn't stand to look her son in the eye, instead resorting to shutting her only son out.

A knock against Y/N's shoulder brought his attention to the hard-as-wood chest standing in his way. Dull E/C eyes lifted to connect with dark, almost black ones, before he took a step back. A small breath escaped the smaller boy's lungs, and he opened his mouth to speak, only to be beaten to the punch.

"Yo, hey, sorry. Wasn't watching where I was going," the large boy - no, man, Y/N corrected himself - chuckled, reaching a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. Y/N merely fixed him with a blank stare.

"It's fine. 'M sorry on my behalf anyway, I wasn't either."

Without another word or glance at the taller man, Y/N ducked and walked around him. However, a large hand wrapped itself around Y/N's upper arm. On instinct, Y/N quickly yanked himself out of the grip, and spun on his heel. Thankfully, though, the H/C haired boy was able to pull back enough to stop himself from lashing out. Again, he was met with the guy he'd bumped into.

"Uh, the name's Emmett Cullen. I've seen you around, and I'd like for you to sit with me and my family," The guy, Emmett, stated, a lopsided smile on his lips as he gazed down at the shorter boy. Instead of receiving the expected response, Y/N glared at him.

"No. Thanks," his tone was harsh, leaving no room for argument, and he spun back around, stalking to his class around the corner.

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The bell rang, signaling for lunch, but Y/N stayed seated. His E/C eyes skimmed over the students as they exited the classroom, not really paying attention to anyone in particular. However, dark brown eyes locked with his, and he quickly pulled them down to his desk. He heard the distinct clicking of heels on the tiled floor, and listened as they approached his desk, never lifting his eyes.

A hand pressed to the wood of the table, snow white skin practically burning Y/N's eyes with how bright and pale it was. A clearing of someone's throat finally brought the boy's attention up to the mysteriously doll-like person standing in front of him with a sigh. Again, E/C eyes connected with dark brown.

It was a girl, dark brunette hair chopped in an admittedly cute pixie cut, fashion taste peculiar and extravagant in Y/N's opinion, and blindingly white teeth that rivaled that of her skin peaking out from plump and unnaturally pink lips that were curved up in an inviting and welcoming smile. The girl bounced in her place beside the desk, her smile stretching wider as she noticed Y/N's eyes taking in her features.

"Hi! I noticed that you sit alone in class, and wanted to invite you to eat with my family and I!" The brunette's voice was just as cheery as her exterior, and Y/N withheld from rolling his eyes. Instead, he gave her a deadpan look.

"Sorry, I don't even know yer name. So, no. Thanks," He said flatly, expecting her expression to fall. However, she only nodded and giggled.

"Oh! Right! I'm sorry, my name's Alice Cullen! I think you've met one of my brothers already, Emmett. He's a little intimidating, so I decided I would ask you to eat with us instead!"

"Again," the boy sighed, "No. Thanks for the offer, and stop asking. In case you haven't noticed, I don't wanna sit with anyone in this stupid school. So, if you'll excuse me," Y/N stated, rising from his seat, but Alice didn't move or step back, leaving the two to be pressed chest to chest. Well, as much as it could be with her being quite a bit shorter and tinier than the much larger and bulkier boy.

"I have a question before you go, then," Alice grinned, cocking her head to the side almost child-like. Y/N hummed in acknowledgment as he began packing his things into his bag.

"Are you from the South? Maybe Texas?"

The personal, and uncalled for, question caught Y/N slightly off guard. His motions paused for a moment before resuming.

"Georgia. Why?"

Alice giggled, "Your accent. It reminds me a lot of my other brother's, Jasper. We're all adopted, so we've all come from different," she paused, "backgrounds."

Y/N's back straightened up at the new information, processing it. Someone else here was from the South? Y/N thought he was alone. The kids here wouldn't stop asking him to speak, just to hear his southern drawl. It was extremely annoying, but luckily the attention stopped when he beat up that first kid who made fun of it. Now, no one wanted to even be near him.

Except for these Cullen folks.

Y/N cocked his head at the realization, and turned to face Alice. She was still smiling up at him, and it made him slightly uncomfortable. He'd heard talk of these Cullens, but never really paid enough attention to see them, never feeling the need to actively seek them out.

E/C eyes once again locked with her doll-like ones, and Y/N's narrowed. He hesitated before speaking his next words.

"I'll sit with y'all."

Alice grinned excitedly up at Y/N, bouncing on the balls of her feet and causing her heels to clack noisily against the tiles. The boy blew out an exasperated breath as he slowly began to regret his decision. Before he could back out of it, though, Alice had gripped his warm hand in her ice-cold one, and had begun to drag him out of the deserted classroom.

Y/N tried not to drag his feet as he was tugged down the hallway to the cafeteria, the hand not tucked securely in Alice's clutching desperately at the strap of his bag to keep it slung over his shoulder. Alice burst through the lunch room doors, immediately attracting attention to the two of them. Y/N instinctively glared at everyone who dared meet his gaze, their heads whipping back around to face another direction that Y/N wasn't in.

Alice had finally slowed down, allowing Y/N to catch up and match her pace. He yanked his hand out of hers and breathed harshly out of his nose, but the brunette beside him didn't seem offended. Her gaze was fixated solely on the table near the exit on the other side of the room, and all Y/N could do was trek after the much smaller, yet surprisingly faster girl.

As the two approached closer to the table, the 5 people sitting there all glanced up to greet Alice. However, their welcomes got caught in their throats as they saw the H/C haired boy standing behind her. His eyes were swooping over the entire cafeteria, gaze hard as he dared everyone present to approach him or say something. That same hard look fell to the people sitting in front of him, the ice in his stare never melting.

"Hi, guys! This is Y/N L/N, he's going to be joining us today!" Alice beamed at her family, ignoring the glares Rosalie and Bella sent her way at inviting a human to sit with them. Y/N only waved before his attention was grabbed by Emmett.

"Well look who changed his mind! I knew you'd come around, peanut!"

Y/N's lip pulled up in a snarl at the nickname.

"What, is that an attempt at a play on my state's crop? You've gotta be kiddin' me. We're known for peaches, not peanuts. And don't call me that ever again," Y/N growled, and turned to Alice.

"Look, 'M sorry I agreed to this, but I'm not gonna sit through this the entire period -" Alice cut him off with a tsk.

"Nuh-uh! You already agreed! Sit down next to Jasper," The petite girl ordered, pointing to an empty seat next to a flawless boy with blonde hair as curly as a Q. Y/N's eyes followed where she gestured, eyes meeting dark chocolate. Y/N turned away, looking back at Alice with a fixed glare. However, he got the vibe that when she made up her mind, there was no use in arguing. With an undignified huff, he trudged around the table to the vacant chair.

Y/N's eyes glanced up then, taking in how basically the entire area of people were unashamedly gawking at his exchange. He snarled out a rough, yet loud, "What?" that had everyone swiveling in their seats so fast he thought they'd get whiplash. At that fleeting thought, he heard Edward, to his right and a seat down, stifle a laugh. Y/N brushed the boy off as he plopped down in his seat with a grumble.

"Y/N, tell Jasper where you're from! Your accents are so similar, I thought you were from the same city!" Alice giddily spoke, practically bouncing in her chair across from Y/N. Said boy huffed at her, eyes glaring daggers at being 1) told what to do, and 2) outed. Alice merely stared at him, silently encouraging him to speak.

"Georgia," Y/N grumbled with a roll of his eyes, gaze flicking around the area. He had adapted the habit before the move, always secretly anxious of the whispers and sneaking glances people stole while they thought he wasn't looking.

In an attempt to keep the conversation going, Alice turned her attention to Jasper.

"Jasper, what about you?"

Jasper raised his eyebrows at the pixie, amusement flitting through him before he sighed and looked at the boy next to him.

"'M from Huston, Texas. Nice to make yer acquaintance."

The sudden drawl caused Y/N's eyes to snap to the blonde to his right, then abruptly becoming entranced with his porcelain features. E/C eyes traced the boy's high cheekbones, trailing over the arch of his nose before following the curve of his lips, that were now pulled into a half-smile half-smirk.

Y/N snapped out of his trance, brows furrowing at the sudden and intrusive thoughts of how attractive this male in front of him was, then shoving those thoughts and feelings deep down into a box in his stomach. He shook his head clear, and leaned back in his chair. He missed the smile that Edward had sent his brunette sister, also not noticing how it slipped away when the thoughts were buried.

"How - Why don't they taunt you? I don't see no one else askin' you to keep talkin', insistin' you speak just so they can mock the way you pronounce the same words they do. The hell is up with that? Ain't fair, is what it is," the more Y/N spoke, the angrier he got, and the heavier his accent got.

At the accusation, Jasper stiffened. Though, he relaxed and only provided you a small smile and a shrug.

"People don't come messin' with you when ya got this aura with ya. You know that now, don'tchu? What, with all the fights you've gotten in."

Apparently, the others had never heard Jasper's southern drawl come out so thick as it had now, if their expressions were anything to go by. Their eyes were wide with wonder and shock, Alice's shining with intrigue and hope. However, they snapped to the other boy when he reeled back.

"Don'tchu patronize me, cowboy. Those fights weren't anywhere near my fault, and I betchu know that, don'tchu? I betchu've heard what they call me, how they treat me behind my back. Them jocks ain't got no right layin' their nabby hands all over me. I didn't move here from the heat to the cold just for 'em to treat me the same damn way I had been back home, dammit," Y/N suddenly lashed out, slamming his fist down onto the table top. The others jumped slightly, but Jasper's smile only widened.

"You know, yer kinda cute when you get riled up."

Instantly, blood rushed to Y/N's cheeks, but not in anger. He lurched back as if the comment had slapped him in the face, and shot to his feet. He snatched his book bag that had been slung around the back of his chair, and glared down at the blonde that was merely grinning up at him.

"Don'tchu ever say that to me again, curly-Q," Y/N glanced around the table at the Cullen family, "Y'all stay the hell away from me. I ain't got time for this."

With that, Y/N took off out of the lunchroom, steam practically blowing out of his ears and face blood-red.

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For the next two weeks, Y/N has been actively avoiding the Cullen family. However, this was proven a shit-ton more difficult when he realized just how many classes he had with at least one of them. For 3 straight periods, Jasper was in all of them. 2 of which he sat too close for comfort.

Jasper himself had been pursuing Y/N, which was shocking to the rest of his family. Jasper was the quiet, most mysterious one out of the lot of them, and was also the most talked about. This was what annoyed the other H/C man close to death. Everywhere he went, all he could hear was 'Jasper this,' and 'Jasper that'.

Despite this, though, the harsh comments about the angry boy were still present. They came back with a vigor after they heard the last thing Jasper had said to him.

Yer kinda cute when you get riled up.

Y/N shook his head violently to rid himself of the memory replay, trying desperately to focus on the history teacher in front of him. He had been attempting to listen to this boring adult for a better part of the period, but alas, to no avail. Finally, with a quiet huff, he gazed down at his notes.

He about fell out of his chair when he realized his pencil had been tracing a single letter into the margin of his paper.

J

"Goddammit," Y/N mumbled to himself, flipping his pencil around to the eraser as he rubbed the initial away. The paper suddenly ripped in protest to his force, crumbling and shredding the paper nearly in two. With a growl, the angered boy dropped his utensil to the desk with a dull clatter as he plopped his chin into his hands.

Thankfully, as if coming to his rescue, the bell rang. Y/N was out of his seat, leaving his ripped paper behind, and out of the door as if someone had shot him. He made his way quickly to the gym, having P.E as his next period. His feet hurried around the corner and into the locker rooms, and he threw his bag half-hazardly into his locker before removing his jeans in favor of the gym sweats he'd brought for class.

Y/N had spun around just as hands landed on his shoulders and shoved him into the hard metal lockers behind him, harsh green eyes boring into his hard E/C ones. Great, just what he needed.

"What the fuck do you want, Nick? I ain't got time for this today," Y/N spit out, roughly pushing the other guy off of him. The boy stumbled back a step before he was on Y/N again, not wasting a breath in swinging and decking him in the jaw. The H/C haired boy's head snapped to the side at the power.

"Don't talk to me like that, fag. We don't want you here, so why don't you just ride back home to your cotton fields down South? We don't allow faggots here in Forks, do we, boys?"

A chorus of agreement rang in Y/N's ears, and he leaned down to spit a wad of blood to the floor before looking up. The sinister look in his eye put the boy, Nick, off, and he hesitantly took a half-step back. Y/N couldn't help but smirk at the action.

"Yeah? Then why are you still here?"

Before Y/N could continue, Nick's other fist came down on the other side of his face. He could feel the bruise beginning to form on his cheekbone. Then, two sets of arms wrangled his own, hoisting him up and supporting his weight as his knees buckled. Nick didn't miss a beat before colliding his fists with Y/N's stomach. He lurched forward, a loud groan falling from his lips as he slowly looked up to make eye contact with Nick.

"I betchu wouldn't say that to Jasper," Y/N laughed, and Nick went to punch him again. However, before his fist could connect, someone's hand appeared and halted the movement. All eyes followed the hand up the arm to finally come face-to-face with the blonde Texan himself.

"Wouldn't say what to me, darlin'?"

Instantly, the color drained from the boys' faces around Y/N. Said boy couldn't help the smug smirk that crossed his features at the reaction before he was suddenly dropped to the ground. Without the support, his legs gave out from under him, and he crashed to the floor. Another audible groan emitted from him at the contact.

There was the sound of scrambling before it was quiet, but the pain radiating from Y/N's abdomen distracted him from caring all too much. But then, there were cold hands gripping his upper arms as they tried to get him to look up.

"Hey, southern bell, look at me. Hey, hey, focus on me," Jasper's thick southern voice pulled the other's attention to his eyes, and Y/N couldn't stop himself from the sigh of relief at the sight of the Southerner.

"Are you good to walk, darlin'?" Jasper continued, and the other could only muster up enough energy for a nod before breathing out another breath.

"Damn, sure did clock me good. Motherfucker," Y/N hissed, then slowly staggered to his feet with Jasper's help. The blonde kept his hold on the boy, ensuring that he wouldn't suddenly fall over. He guided him to the metal bench in the middle of the room, allowing him to plop down on it as he dropped his head back. Y/N huffed again.

"I'm gonna take you back to mine, my father's a doctor; he'll check you up."

Jasper's tone left no room for debate, as if the H/C haired boy had the energy to fight him, and he allowed the blonde to sling his arm over his shoulders and practically drag him out of the locker rooms.

The journey to Jasper's place was silent for the most part, Y/N refusing to converse with the other. Finally, Jasper just gave up on conversation for now, instead settling into a somewhat comfortable silence with Y/N. Before long, they had arrived, and Jasper was back at his side to pull him inside.

"Carlisle! We've gotta predicament!" Jasper called out, grateful that it just so happened to be Carlisle's day off from the hospital. Speaking of, the other blonde male came darting around the wall, fully expecting his son to be covered in a meal-gone-wrong. However, he was more than surprised to find a fully-intact human draped over Jasper's form.

"Howdy," Y/N chuckled breathily, trying to lighten the mood as his head began to spin. The man standing in front of the duo sprung into action, his doctor-mode coming into play.

"Jasper, get him to my office and lay him on the sofa. I'll gather the necessary tools while you do so."

With that, Jasper set off with the younger boy slung over his shoulders to Carlisle's office. They passed Esme as they went, to which Jasper barely flashed her a reassuring smile. She returned it when they turned the corner, staying seated on the couch. She was well aware of what would happen if she tried to help; she'd merely get in the way.

Carlisle came into the room just as Jasper allowed Y/N to collapse onto the sofa, another pained huff being pulled from his lungs.

"Damn, cowboy, jus' throw me 'round how 'bout it," Y/N hissed, pulling himself up into a sitting position as he glared at the addressed boy.

"I did not, you did that all on yer own, darlin'," Jasper defended playfully, crouching down near Y/N's feet as Carlisle came over from the other side of the room. The older man laughed softly at the exchange.

"Well, this is not how I expected to spend my day off."

At the confession, the H/C haired boy glanced up guiltily.

"'M sorry, Dr. Cullen, I didn't mean to intrude. Jasper's the one who drug me here from gym class."

Jasper reeled at the blame.

"I'm not the one who was gettin' beat to a pulp in the locker rooms, darlin'. 'Course I drug you here to get checked up on. I highly doubt you'da got one yourself."

Carlisle, without glancing up at the two, smiled at his son's southern drawl. It was a lot more prominent, and he was sure the bruised boy was the cause of it. He could definitely hear his, as he didn't try to conceal it in the way he spoke.

"Whatever, cowboy. Anyways, 'M sorry, I ain't even said my name. I'm Y/N, I go to school with your kids, but that's pretty obvious. Thanks for this, and again, sorry I intruded," Y/N's accent slurred a few syllables, but Carlisle understood him perfectly. The latter flashed him a white-toothed smile before he stepped back to scan over the other's physique. Then, he gestured for him to stand.

"It's no trouble at all, Y/N, I'm happy to help any of my children's friends. Please stand, I need to see where else you were hit to make sure no other damage was caused."

Y/N shakily stood, hand flying out to grasp Jasper's shoulder to steady his wobbly legs before he yanked it back. Jasper didn't mention it, but felt a small bit of hurt swirl in his belly. He ignored it as he stood with Y/N, hand resting on the small of his back to stabilize him. Y/N shook it off as he lifted his shirt for the doctor. There was a deep purple beginning to set into his S/C skin just below his ribcage, and he winced when Carlisle pressed against it.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be any other damage, more outside than inside, thankfully," Carlisle stated as Y/N lowered his shirt, "If you don't mind my asking, why were you being beaten in the locker room, son?"

With an exasperated huff, Y/N responded, "Nick said that they 'don't allow fags here in Forks', and that I should just go home to my 'cotton fields', the fucker," he mumbled the last part, but Jasper couldn't help the small chuckle that left him. Y/N looked at him strangely before he connected gazes with the doctor.

"You can't help who you love, Y/N, and that's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of. As for that last bit, you're fully welcomed here in this house if you ever need it. We, as a family, know how hard it is to adjust to a new and unfamiliar life after moving, so don't hesitate to come to us if you need anything," Carlisle ended his offer with a hand on the young boy's shoulder, to which he slowly and gently removed with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

"Yeah, thanks. I, uh, better get goin'. My mom," he winced, "will probably be worried if I don't get back. Thanks, again, Dr. Cullen."

Y/N went to walk away, but Jasper's gentle and cold hand stopped him, spinning him back around.

"Lemme drive ya home, darlin'. It's the least I can do since, ya know, I drug you up here," Jasper's southern drawl now suddenly put Y/N on edge. After hearing Carlisle's declaration of acceptance, he couldn't be any more conflicted with his emotions toward the curly blonde.

"Fine, curly-Q. And quit callin' me that."

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