Attack

Marius led his friend into a small room, slightly overcrowded with men that looked around the same as the two. They all stood up to greet the new comers. "Enjolras, let me introduce you to Les Amis de l'ABC" Enjolras couldn't help but smile at the pun, " This is Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Feuillu, Bahorel, Grantaire and Joly." Enjolras greeted the men that Marius pointed out. "the rest I don't know very well." Marius said in a whisper.

At that moment Enjolras felt a small tugging at his trousers. He looked down to see a boy, no older than ten looking up at him.

"And this is..."Marius started.

"Gavroche" the little boy finished, extending his hand to shake Enjolras like the res of the Amis.

"I have to go and talk to some people. You should try and be social for once Enjolras, you might find these men's views rather intriguing." Marius told him, giving him an uncharacteristicly mischievous smile.

" Well it was a pleasure meeting you sir." Gavroche said and left to follow Marius. Enjolras almost let himself smile at the young poor boy trying to be a gentelman.

Enjolras walked around the room and talked to a few people, but was not particularly intrested in the slurred words coming from the slightly over-boozed men. After a man ranting on about how France needed freedom as much as he needed another beer and a beautiful woman by his bed, Enjolras gave up. He moved toward a small couch at the end of the room. He was only a little ways away when he realized that the couch was not empty and that the person sitting on it, reading a book, looked vaguely familiar. He smirked slightly when he recognized the person, and made his way towards her. She of course was too enthralled by the book in her hands that she didn't notice him coming.

"Having fun there?" he said, repeating the first words he had said to her.

She looked up, surprised for a second before recognizing the man. He took a seat next to her and she instinctively scooted as far away from him as possible.

He usually did not waste his time with girls, preferring to read or study, but he did enjoy the challenge of a good opponent, in an intellectual level of course, and he could tell that this gamine was certainly a good contestant.

She eyed him for a second, then wordlessly returned to her book. His smirk grew even wider, remembering the many times he himself had done that.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, until he pulled out a golden object from his pocket.

"Here." he said simply

She looked at his face then down at the item he was holding in his palm. She recognized it immediately. It was the pocket watch she had been about to steal. She blushed slightly, still angry of the earlier incident. "I don't want it." she said, returning to her book.

"Take it." he said more forcefully, pushing his hand towards her.

She jumped slightly at his sudden intensity, but did not shy away. She looked at him in the eye. "I may be a thief, but I do not need your charity." her tone was as hard as her stare.

Enjolras jaw clenched as he stared into her brown eyes, equally as hard. "You try to steal this, but when I offer it to you, you refuse?"

"I do not need to explain myself to you." she could not believe what she was saying. She knew she was being completely irrational, the watch would appease her father and may even gain her and her siblings some scraps of food. Yet she did not want anything this man wanted to give her. She felt as if he were mocking her, and if there was something that she would not stand for was being degraded.

"All right" he looked away from her pocketing the watch. She returned to her book.

Enjolras looked around for Marius. He wanted to leave, but it felt rude to just go, after all he had been invited. He saw him across the room and swiftly got up, accidentally bumping Eponine. "Sorry" he muttered. She just ignored him.

Enjolras walked through the crowed of inebriated men, rolling his eyes. "Marius!"

Marius looked up smiling and holding a drink in his hand. " I'm sorry my friend, but it has been a long day and I am going home, please do not take offense, I am simply just tired."

" All right my friend, I shall see you tomorrow then." he slurred, just as drunk as his friends.

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Eponine had watched the man get up and talk to Marius before exiting. She looked around and sighed, all these young men pretending to want a revolution and instead getting drunk at the meetings. She stood up. She didn't have anywhere in particular to go, but she didn't want to stay at the cafe much longer. As she moved she felt a weight in her right pocket. She dug in it and pulled out the only thing inside it. A round gold pocket watch. How he had put it there without her noticing. She was the master of pick-pocketing, yet this bourgeois had managed to put a large item in her pocket without her noticing. She turned it around in her hand and for the first time noticed the inscription in it. A simple word in curly letters.

Enjolras


So, yup here is chapter two. I know they have been a little short, but be prepared for an intense chapter 3 and more E/E. Please review, this is my first Les Mis fanfic and i really like writing it, so tell me if you enjoy reading it.