Les Miserables is (c) to Victor Hugo
The school dance was in 3 weeks and Eponine Thenardier still didn't have a date to go with. Not like she cared of course, it was just a silly old dance. But the thing was that it was a required 'silly old dance' and it was necessary that you had to be there. Eponine didn't want to be one of those people hanging around at the drinks table but unfortunately she could only think of 5 people who still didn't have dance partners, and 2 of them were girls. That singled out the other 3 people-Marius Pontmercy, Jules Montparnasse, and Antoine Enjolras.
~o~
"Nope, I'm not gonna do it." Eponine said, clapping her hands together for a dramatic effect. "You know Montparnasse is a no, and Marius..."
"Yeah, yeah, but we weren't talking about them were we?" the boy beside her said slyly as he nudged her shoulder.
"Oh c'mon Courf. Enjolras? Really?"
"Me and the ABC think you'd make a pretty cute couple." The ABC was Courfeyrac's group of friends. Eponine was acquainted with most of them except for Jean Prouvaire (who's head seemed to be stuck in the clouds) and Enjolras (who never talked to her and never showed any signs of wanting to).
"Whatever," she said, pushing the curly haired boy to the side, "I need to go anyway." she left hurriedly as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period.
"I don't need a date to the dance anyway," Eponine scoffed to herself as she entered the classroom, "And it certainly doesn't need to be Antoine Enjolras."
~o~
"So I was thinking something on the lines of Enjonine or Antoindier. I honestly prefer the first one." Courfeyrac teased as Eponine packed her things.
"Oh really? I was thinking more on the lines of nope not ever."
"Kill joy," he muttered under his breath, loud enough for Eponine to hear.
"I'm not a kill joy," she said, glaring at him tauntingly, "It's just that Enjolras has never been my type, in fact, he's more of the kill joy!"
"Excuse me?" a voice said behind her. Eponine turned and came face to face with a man in a geranium red jacket and a black t shirt. She blushed lightly, "Oh-uh-Enjolras, um, hi," Eponine stuttered, "Well, um, sorry it's just that Courf was pissing me off and I overreacted a bit and, well, I didn't mean it!"
"But," Enjolras stated, his face clear of emotion, "Courfeyrac isn't here."
Eponine turned around and indeed her friend had vanished. She darkened, "Why that stinking, rotten, useless piece of shi-"
"Mademoiselle?" Enjolras asked. He was an exchange student from Paris, France, and according to Combeferre, he sometimes slipped. That somehow had intrigued Eponine because she had come from France too, she had grown up there and was fluent with the language.
"Monsieur?" she replied in the tone that he had used. Strangely, she felt that she had to prove something to this man. His very presence seemed to mock her. Enjolras satisfyingly raised his eyebrows, "You can speak French?"
"I grew up in Paris."
"As did I."
A long silence followed. Eponine stood there awkwardly while Enjolras pretended to be looking at something outside the window. Neither of them had anything else to say, but it didn't seem right to end the conversation yet. Suddenly, they heard a call coming from the door, "Hey Enjolras! You coming or wh-" it was Feuilly, his mouth was covered by a hand which could only belong to Courfeyrac who was whispering loudly into his ear, "Shh! Couldn't you see that they were bonding?"
Feuilly's eyes widened, they shifted back and forth from Eponine to Enjolras, he pushed Courf's hand away and said, "You two are together?"
"No." both of them said at the same time. Enjolras stepped forward, but before he could say a word, Courfeyrac said, "'Ponine just bumped into our little Enjy here and they ended up talking! Can you believe it, Enjolras finally talking to a girl and when we all thought he was asexual!"
Feuilly just stared, his head tilted to the side. He was a gullible person, but this was something that could take a few days worth of convincing for him to believe, "He's lying, isn't he?" he asked. The two nodded their heads. After another uncomfortable silence, Enjolras muttered something that sounded like, "You know, I actually should get going. Book report for Mrs. Finchester, you know." he looked at Eponine awkwardly and held out his hand, "It was nice meeting you anyway, goodbye." he rushed off with Feuilly trailing behind him.
The other two were left by themselves.
"You have 5 seconds..." Eponine growled. Courfeyrac dashed madly out of the room as she counted down.
~o~
Eponine hopped out of the bus, her pack on her shoulder.
Another day of school, she thought as she walked toward the great, white building, Another day of torture.
"Um, excuse me?" a timid voice called behind her, "Excuse me?" it was a girl about Eponine's age, with long blond hair pulled back into a braid. She had celestial blue eyes and soft features. "Do you study here?"
"Yeah," Eponine replied. She observed that the girl had very nice clothes which were all branded. She was obviously from a rich family, but what would a girl like her be doing here? The school year was almost over and almost nobody would be enrolling by this time.
"I'm new here and I don't know where to go," she pulled out a piece of paper from her handbag and glanced at it, "Do you know where Homeroom with Mr. Triston is?"
"Oh, he's my homeroom teacher too! Just come with me, okay?"
The girl nodded, "What's your name by the way? I'm Cosette Fauchelevent."
Eponine's eyes widened, "Cosette? Ah," she blinked, surely this couldn't be the one she was thinking of. That was at least 10 years ago, and she was sure that there were more than a hundred 'Cosette's' in the world today. "My name's Eponine. Eponine Thenardier."
For a moment, the girl's blue eyes sparkled dangerously bright. "Nice to meet you Eponine. Let's go?"
"What? Oh yeah, alright." she said, dazedly.
Cosette Fauchelevent...now where had she heard that name before?
Author's Note
It's out of character, isn't it? *cowers behind a miniature barricade* I'm sorry, it just popped into my head one day and I decided to post it here. Send me your thoughts via reviews, maybe? I accept constructive criticism.
