I want to know if I should continue this or not? Your thoughts? I just wasn't really sure how to start it, but I'm planning for it to get better. I don't really like this beginning much, but... I'm not sure. Please let me know what you think! :)

Feuilly opened the door. Finally, somewhere quiet to - ...apparently not so quiet after all. Five young men stood before her dressed in the student uniform.

"Welcome to the Lamarque Highschool Host Club!" The boys greeted her warmly. Feuilly froze.

"This...is a host club?"

A boy in glasses frowned slightly. "That's strange, it's a young man. He's in the same class as you two isn't he?" He asked gesturing to two other boys who seemed very close.

"Yes," the two close boys agreed. "But he's shy and doesn't talk much, so we know nothing about him."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Mr. Moreau." The one with glasses said calmly. A tall blond boy's eyes widened slightly with recognition.

"You must be Feuilly Moreau. You're the exceptional honor student we've heard about!"

"How do you know my name?" Feuilly asked a little afraid of these rich boys.

"Why, you're famous. It's not often that a commoner gains entrance into our academy." Glasses explained. "You must have an audacious nerve to fight your way into this school."

"Thank you," Feuilly replied, a little unsure. "I guess."

"You are a wonderful example to the poor. You show that even a poor person can gain access to an elite private academy and has just as much right to a higher education as a wealthy person does!" The blond exclaimed passionately and put his hand on Feuilly's shoulder. "It must be hard for you to be so often looked down on by members of the upper class."

Feuilly moved towards the door feeling a desperate need to get out of there, and fast.

"Hey, wait!" A gentler voice cried out and took hold of her arm. "Your story must be very interesting! You're a hero! I would love to write a poem about you!" The longer haired boy gushed.

"Please let go of me! I am not a hero!" Feuilly pulled away from the boy's grasp.

"It is strange that a famous honor student should be so openly gay." The blond mused to the one in glasses.

"Well, why not entertain him anyway? It would be rude if we denied out guest, after all." Glasses suggested.

"No, no! It's not like that! I was just looking for somewhere to study!" Feuilly insisted, backing up a bit. Suddenly, Feuilly tripped and fell backwards. In a moment, a vase shattered on the ground. Everyone froze.

"We had meant to sell that." One of the close ones said.

"Yeah, to raise money for charity." The other close one agreed.

"It is worth quite a bit of money. At least 50,000 francs." Glasses added. Feuilly's heart sink.

"50,000 francs?"

The blond walked over to her. "Since you cannot afford to pay us back, would you be willing to work for us until the debt is paid?" He offered kindly.

"What would I do?" Feuilly asked hopefully.

"Run errands for us mostly. Whatever we need at the time. Are you willing?" The blond asked. "My name is Enjolras, by the way."

TBC

another A/N: at the request of a review, I will be continuing this. I hope to have the next chapter finished in a week or so?