A/N: Hey guys! So reading my old story Prom, I thought I could write it better. So here it is. This is just the prologue, and I'm working on the first chapter. But I'll only continue if I get the sense people like it. Anyway, enjoy!

Prologue

Enjolras sat in the crowded cafeteria at Lamarque High School, his friends sitting around him enjoying lunch. The current conversation amongst his friends, known by the majority of the school at the Les Amis, was the junior prom in a couple weeks. Frankly, Enjolras was more concerned with schoolwork and his upcoming rally about poverty rates in the city.

"Enjy, let us play a game", Grantaire called to the distracted blonde.

"Yes, I know of the perfect game!", Coufeyrac yelled, calling the attention of all Les Amis at the table, which was almost everyone except Marius.

"And pray tell, what is this game?", Grantaire said, a coy grin spreading across his face.

"Zapp. I learnt it from an American girl this summer while she was touring." Coufeyrac was known for his playboy lifestyle. He was commonly stating cultural facts from other countries that the girls he had bedded told him of.

"And how does on play Zapp?", Combeferre, always the curious one, asked.

"Well, we write a name of a girl on Enjolras' hand. And if he peaks before an allotted time, then he has to ask the girl out", Coufeyrac explained.

"He should have to ask her to prom!"

"Yes, and I have the perfect girl!" Grantaire snatched Enjolras' hand and pulled the sharpie from behind his ears (the boy had a talent for dealing with a sharpie which created the most beautiful masterpieces). Enjolras felt the felt tip on his palm, but couldn't make out what it said.

"Now you must wait till the end of the day to look and if you peek, you have ask the person on your hand to junior prom. NO EXCEPTIONS."

"Fine", Enjolras muttered as he stood up and grabbed his bag. The bell rung and Enjolras made his way to class, leaving his friends to their ways. On the way to his history class, however, he ran into a body. He heard the person falling to the floor and Enjolras' books flew out of his hands.

"I'm so sorry", he said, bending down to pick up his books. Looking up, he realized that the person he ran into was Eponine, a friends of Marius'. Looking at her now, she was somewhat pretty, except for the angered look she had on her face.

Enjolras watched as she quickly gathered her thing and got back up, ignoring him completely. Eponine then proceeded down to what Enjolras recalled was the art wing of the school without glancing in his direction. With a shake of his head, he made his way to class.

The anticipation was killing him. Enjolras had an hour until he could look at his hand, and yet Enjolras had to look. Enjolras never dealt with curiosity well and the suspense was killing him. Surely one peak wouldn't hurt anyone.

Distracted by the name on his palm, Enjolras didn't notice Coufeyrac and Jehan walk up behind him. His palm was still open and he was staring blankly at his palm.

"So, Chief, who are you asking to prom?", Coufeyrac asked with a sly smile on his face. Enjolras visibly jumped in fright.

"Oh, um, Eponine."