Hi, guys. Marsie is on vacation, but I'm posting for her. Don't know why I really need to tell you that, it doesn't make a difference to you. You know what? Never mind.
-Psycho
Modern High school. AU, obviously. Jehan/Cosette, because, oh my gosh guys, I think I'm starting to ship this! Seriously, it's kind of perfect. I always thought Marius didn't deserve Cosette, but Jehan! Yay! (I nearly didn't post this because of that one line. TEAM MARIUS! But...she did promise to buy me candy for uploading them...) Because seriously. Cosette and Jehan works really well! For my own purposes, they are all the same age, juniors. Marius and Éponine do exist, just not in history class for reasons I shall not tell you yet.
"Flower boy!"
Jean Prouvaire ignored the taunt and continued writing. He had endured much worse.
From the outside, Jean Prouvaire, or Jehan, looked like someone who was easily bullied. His wavy hair was light brown, shoulder length, and usually pulled back into a mini ponytail. His fashion sense had something to be desired, what with flower print skinny jeans and colorful sweaters. He liked to write poetry, and played the flute. Jehan read a lot- mostly old books and poetry, which were interesting to him.
He was sitting under a tree, in the shade, when a girl walked up to him. She was pretty, with brown hair that fell around her shoulders and clear blue eyes, but she didn't flaunt it. The girl wore white skinny jeans and a loose, teal sheer shirt over a white camisole.
"Hi, I'm new. My name is Cosette," she said quietly.
Jehan smiled. "Jehan," he said.
Noticing his notebook, Cosette asked curiously, "do you write?"
Jehan nodded, slightly embarrased. "Yeah," he said.
Cosette smiled and said, "that's really neat. I wish I could write."
Jehan didn't say anything, just shrugged.
Cosette pointed to a spot next to the boy. "Mind if I sit?" she asked shyly.
Jehan moved over a bit so that there was more room, and Cosette sat down. Just then, the bell rang, and the two had to hurry and get to their next classes.
"What do you have next?" asked Jehan. "I can show you where it is, if you want."
Cosette checked her schedule. "Um, World History."
Jehan looked delighted. "Great, I have that next too. You can meet some of my friends, we all have that class together."
Cosette smiled and the two walked to class.
As soon as she walked in, Cosette said, "hi, Combeferre," to a bespectecaled student.
Combeferre nodded and looked up from his book. "Hi, Cosette."
Jehan smiled and said, "I take it you two have already been aquainted?"
Cosette nodded. "First block math."
"Bossuet, from math, he's also in this class," said Combeferre.
Cosette nodded, taking a seat in between the two boys, as another boy walked in. He was striking, with longish, curled blond hair, an angular jaw, and blue eyes. He took a seat next to Combeferre.
Cosette looked at the boy who had just walked in. He was slightly intimidating. Combeferre, noticing her nervous glance, introduced the boy. "This is Enjolras," he explained.
"Hi. I'm Cosette. Nice to meet you, Enjolras."
The blond nodded seriously. "Hello."
Jehan smiled. "Enjolras, did you do the essay?"
Enjolras scowled. "I.../did/ write an essay..."
Combeferre sighed. "Enjolras...what did you do?"
"I wrote an essay on my views on the Reign of Terror."
"And your views were..."
"Not the same as Professor Brunét's."
Cosette watched the exchange, bewildered. "What?"
"Enjolras has...interesting political views. Well, we all do, but he's the most outspoken. I guarentee that we won't all be in the same civics class next year, but World History...well, we've been doing the French Revolution," explained Jehan.
Three boys walked in after that. One was carrying all the books and binders and things, one was on crutches, and the other was chatting animatedly with the boy on crutches.
"-And so, me and Joly, we snuck out during lunch, right? And into that room where all the teachers hang out. And no one was in there, so we decided to do something, but we couldn't decide. And then, Madame DeClaire walks in, so we hid in the closet. And guess what was in the closet?" he said excitedly.
"Courfeyrac, I have no idea."
"Candy! Like, a lot of candy. So we had to hide until the bell rang and DeClaire walks back out, but I grabbed some of the candy."
The boy carrying the books nodded. "You should have seen Courf. I thought he was going to have a seizure."
"You always think someone is going to be sick, or have a seizure, or something. Lighten up!" complained Courfeyrac.
As the boys entered the classroom, Combeferre exclaimed worriedly, "what happened to your foot, Bossuet?"
The boy on crutches grimaced. "I was driving, and I got lost, so I my car to ask for directions, and there was this weird guy, so i tried to run back into my car, but I tripped on a crack, and when I tried to catch myself, I sprained my ankle. I sat locked in my car for about an hour trying to text Joly directions to where I was, but I was lost, so..."
Combeferre winced sympathetically. "At least it's not broken."
Cosette was about to ask something when Professor Brunét entered and the bell rang.
"Where are Feuilly, Bahorel, and Grantaire?" asked the professor.
"Feuilly has mono," explained Joly, which got a few sniggers from the class.
Brunét nodded. "And Grantaire and Bahorel?"
"Are probably smoking in the bathroom," Jehan breathed to Cosette, "but we would never turn them in."
Cosette nodded uncertianly.
"I am going to have to mark them absent, then," sighed Brunét.
A boy wearing a dirty green hoodie and black jeans skidded into the classroom. "I'm here," he gasped.
Brunét frowned and nodded. "And Bahorel?"
The boy shrugged. "I dunno." He sat down in the desk next to Enjolras, who rolled his eyes and scooted his chair closer to Combeferre. The boy smirked at Enjolras and took a sip out of a suspicious-looking water bottle.
Brunét smiled at Cosette and said, "we have been studying the French Revolution. Essays out, please."
The other students obliged. Jehan's was written in blue ink, in a leggy cursive. The professor collected everyone's essay until he got to the boy who had just walked in.
"Grantaire, do you have an essay?"
"No. Who cares about all that crap anyway? I mean, it all happened more than 200 years ago," he smartmouthed.
Enjolras made a noise, looking personally offended. "You idiot! It's extremely important! Do you even care?"
"No." Grantaire smirked.
Brunét sighed and turned back to the front. "Combeferre? Your presentation is first."
Combeferre stood up and walked to the front. "The French Revolution, or more specifically, the Reign of Terror, has influenced our lives in many ways that we don't always realize..."
Jehan smiled at Cosette as the presentation went on. Courfeyrac, who was sitting directly behind Combeferre's seat, was busy trying to impress the girl who was sitting next to him.
Enjolras was taking notes like he was supposed to, but he already knew everything in Combeferre's presentation.
As the presentation ended, it was Enjolras' turn. Brunét pursed his lips.
Enjolras' presentation started, "Robespierre was an extremely intelligent man, who sought to better the society and the Republic." From the first sentence, Brunét was frowning.
Halfway through, Grantaire yelled, "Apollo! You realize that you can't marry Robespierre, right?"
Enjolras glared at the boy, who smirked in return.
Courfeyrac swallowed his laughter, as did Jehan. Cosette still looked a bit confused.
The presentation ended with "-And so, his ideals remain. Liberty, equality, and fraternity!"
Grantaire called out again, "and death! Don't forget that one!"
Enjolras glared at the boy and sat down again at his seat, purposefully moving it away from Grantaire and his mysterious water bottle.
After class, Jehan looked at Cosette's schedule and smiled again. "Art! I have that, along with Grantaire."
"That's the boy who was arguing with everyone and smoking in the bathroom?"
"Yes. He's a surprisingly good artist."
Cosette nodded and the two walked to class. As they were walking, a large boy walked up behind Jehan and punched him, just a little too hard to be friendly.
"How's your poetry going, Flower Boy?"
Jehan smiled sweetly. "Great! If you want, I could write you a special one- in your blood."
The guy didn't bother them again as they walked to art.