So hi! This is my second Les Miserables story. I know this has been done a hundred thousand times before, but I wanted to try. So yeah. If no one likes it I will stop.

Disclaimer: Les Miserables doesn't belong to me it belongs to the amazing genius Victor Hugo. This goes for all chapters.

"EPONINE!" Enjolras lifted his head out of his book as he heard his best friend's name called by Marius Pontmercy. The girl in question looked up from her sketch of the blond man across from her reading his book. She felt her heart beat faster as her crush approached the table of the Les Amis as everyone called them. There was Enjolras, their passionate leader, Combeferre, the cool voice of wisdom, Courfeyrac, Grantaire, the drunk skeptic, Joly, the sweet hypochondriac, Jehan, the dreamer, Bahorel, the brawn, Bossuet, the unluckiest man on the planet, Feuilly, the artist, Marius, who didn't know who he was, and Eponine rounded off the group as the little sister figure who was there for everyone. All the other Amis quit their conversations as the freckled face boy ran up to the table.

"Five bucks says it is about that girl he met, whatever her name was." Courfeyrac backed out of the bet because there was a good chance he would lose. And he would have.

"Eponine, do you know her name? Did you find it out yet?" Enjolras watched as hurt and pain flooded the tiny girl's coffee colored eyes. She looked at the table and mumbled what sounded like,

"Yea, Colette." Marius' eyes lit up with love and adoration. His face adopted a dreamy expression. Everyone at the table looked to Eponine who was back working on her sketch, avoiding everyone's gazes. Only Marius was blind to Eponine's love for him, which gave Enjolras another reason not to like the freckle faced youth along with his disorganization, absentmindedness, and sometimes conceitedness. But it pained all of the Amis to see Eponine so down, and they couldn't beat up Marius for hurting 'Ponine without jeopardizing their friendship with the petite girl.

"Colette! I shall write her a letter! Oh, 'Ponine, you are the best ever! I'll see you all later!" Enjolras watched the blind boy practically floated away because of his happiness disgustedly. Grantaire put a hand on the poor girl's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

"Eponine, Marius is an idiot; we've known that for a long time now. He is stupid." Eponine looked up with a forced grin on her face.

"Obviously. I mean he is in all of Cosette's classes. He should know her name." Joly turned to Eponine.

"Wait, her name is Cosette?"

"Yea, I told you guys." The entire table burst into laughter. Marius was going to look like quite the idiot. It took a whole two minutes for everyone to stop laughing, all the while with Eponine demanding what was so funny. Finally, Courfeyrac was able to gasp out,

"He...He thought her...name..was...Colette." With that, the laughter rebounded. Only Enjolras saw Eponine's look of panic.

"He thought I said Colette?!" She looked to Enjolras as he nodded. "Merde!" This exclamation caused the laughter to subside. Grantaire huffed,

"We don't all speak French, Eppy."

"Merde means shit," supplied Combeferre. A general murmur of understanding rose up from the confused party. Enjolras glared at his friends inconsideration for Eponine's obvious despair over the situation.

"I'll text Marius her real name," he said gently, then turned to everyone and commanded, "We are all going to pretend that we heard Eponine say her name was Cosette and then realized he thought her name was Colette."

"Why don't we just let him make a mistake? It would be very amusing," suggested Grantaire. This was met with several 'yea's and 'why not's, which out voted the two 'no's from Eponine and Enjolras.

"I'll take that!" And with that, Grantaire pocketed their fearless leader's phone. Eponine dropped her head into her hands with Enjolras rubbing her back comfortingly like a good friend, unlike Marius. Enjolras didn't understand how she could like that immature...boy. He was so blind and selfish. He didn't care about Eponine's feelings, which was obvious whenever he commented on her clothes (it usually was something along the lines of why didn't she wear more color or why didn't her clothes fit right). It hurt Enjolras to hear Marius say things like that almost as much as it hurt Eponine. She was his best friend, and they only one who knew about his family ( they traded back stories once, but that is another story). She was brave, kind, intelligent, beautiful and all around an amazing girl; Marius was an idiot not to want her.

Eponine's hiss of pain drew the attention of everyone when Enjolras rubbed a bruise on her back.

"Ponine, are you alright?" Madeleine, Feuilly's girlfriend who had sat down during the argument over what to do about Colette, inquired. The light brown haired and hazel eyed girl was one of the honorary Amis along with Gavroche, Eponine's brother, and Chetta, Joly's girlfriend whose real name no one could pronounce.

"I'm fine, just a bit sore from work last night." What a lie. Enjolras knew that last night had been particularly rough for Eponine because she had called him, crying, asking what could be used as substitutes for bandages at three a.m. in the morning. That morning he had given her more band-aids before class, the big kind. Nothing less would help in her case. These barely made a difference.

The bell rang, saving Eponine the trouble of more questions from the boys. The Amis parted to all their different classes, leaving Enjolras and Eponine alone.

"Are you alright?"

"I've had worse."

"Are you going over to Grantaire's tomorrow night? we all want you there."

"I don't know, maybe."

A pause, then,

"You know I worry about you."

"Don't. I don't matter enough."

"Eponine..."

"See you later, 'Ras." And with that she left Enjolras on his own, wishing she would come back.

"Oh 'Ponine..."

And what do you think? Please tell me!