A/N: Don't worry, this is just an introduction part of the story! I'm going to figure out how to make chapters, and it'll get longer, I promise!

DISCLAIMER: I dont own LesMis!

Enjolras turned around as he felt a crumpled up piece of paper hit his head. He was sitting in a classroom, waiting for the English teacher to arrive. He turned around to see Courfeyrac scrunching up another ball of paper to throw at him.

"What is it, Courfeyrac?" asked Enjolras, before Courfeyrac had another chance to shoot at him again.

"Who's the teacher for this, again?" said Courfeyrac, who looked genuinely confused.

"I told you already, Professor Baysodieu. The old man, with glasses?"

Courfeyrac's attention was not fixed on Enjolras anymore, rather, behind him, at the door. "That doesn't look like Professor Baysodieu..."

Enjolras turned around to see what Courfeyrac was going on about. He saw, instead of the old Professor with his glasses and white hair, a young woman, who looked as if she couldn't be older than Enjolras himself, perhaps even younger.

She stepped inside the room meekly, casting her eyes awkwardly upon the students who were observing her every move. She walked to the center of the room and sat down at the teacher's desk, clearing her throat politely.

Enjolras immediately formed an opinion of her. She had brown hair and striking brown eyes. She had a chain around her neck with reading glasses attached to it. She was slender, and Enjolras couldn't help noticing she looked like something out of a book, as if she was the perfect fit to a 'fair maiden'.

The room remained silent for the first few seconds as she sat there, staring out at the class. It was interrupted rather rudely by Grantaire, who wasn't entirely sober.

"You're a girl!"

A strange look came upon this newcomer's face, and her eyebrows sterned slightly.

"Yes, I'm a girl. Is there a problem with that?"

Enjolras noticed her voice and tone. It sounded like she was very comfortable in this environment.

"I don't want to be taught by a girl!" slurred Grantaire, and a few heads nodded in approval.

"I'm only filling in for your old Professor." she said, defending her side.

"Oh, get outta here! We don't want any girl professors." said Grantaire sleepily.

This caused the girl to stand up sharply and get a strict look about here.

"Look here. You are here to learn. And I'm your professor." She gritted her teeth before continuing. "And you'd do well to show some respect, sir."

Grantaire stood up, walking over to her, or more like stumbling. He had obviously taken in a few bottles before he came to class.

"How about you come with me?" He lurched over to her, grabbing one of her wrists. "You look like you do pretty well in a bed, eh?"

She jerked her hand away angrily, her voice increasing in loudness. "Sit down!"

Grantaire turned around and winked at the other men, but not sitting down. "So, we've got a fighter, eh?"

The girl looked positively disgusted at this.

"Do you notice that I may possibly be the only woman in this school, teaching?" she said harshly. "This means that I studied harder than everyone else and I've worked my ass off to get here, so don't you dare stand up to me! I've spent the past five years of my life majoring in English, and I will not be stood up on my first day by some schoolboy who thinks he can by funny. SIT DOWN."

Grantaire laughed and remained standing there, and the girl looked like she was about to curse something awful.

"Grantaire, sit down!" said Enjolras, suddenly defending the girl. He looked down at his desk, wondering where that could have come from.

Grantaire glared at Enjolras, but nonetheless returned to his seat. He was wise enough to know when Enjolras was serious about something. The girl gave him a grateful look, and started talking.

"Now, I'd like to take this oppurtunity to introduce myself. You can call me Professor Angelique..."

Enjolras's mind started to wonder. He started noticing details about her. What was he doing? Daydreaming about a woman...he had never done that before. He detested women. They were a distraction! He was interrupted by a hand infront of his face, and a sweet voice.

"Monsieur?" It was Angelique. "Um...class is over?"

Enjolras snapped out of his trance-like mode. He stood up and looked around, seeing that all his friends were gone. Was he really daydreaming that long?

"Thank you for what you said, earlier." Angelique continued. "I don't know what I would have done, and it's only my first day!"

"It was no problem at all." replied Enjolras. "It was my pleasure." He walked out of the room before he had any other thoughts.