A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and favourited, love you guys. This is my first fanfiction, so lets see how it goes. Sorry for any errors in this i wrote it on my phone. But here is chapter 2, hope you like it :)
Gabriel Enjolras, a promising law student who went by his last name leaned casually against the counter as Eponine entered the Musain. "Our very own marble man, "she sighed, pushing the door open. The faint tinkle of the bell caused him to turn, his blonde curls shone in the early sunlight and the corners of his mouth betraying a hint of a smile at the sight of her. "You're late," he stated in a serious tone as she brushed past him quickly throwing off her jacket and tying an apron behind her. "Congratulations Sherlock, give yourself a medal." Eponine quipped, already in a sour mood as a result of her conversation with Musichetta. "Something has upset you today. Is something wrong? Is it why you're late?" Enjolras questioned. Creases formed on his forehead as a look of worry painted his face. Eponine slammed her hand down on the counter, "Right listen here, I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Chetta this morning. I. AM. FINE. Understand?" Her voice full of anger and frustration she continued, "I am not one of those weak victims that you try so hard to help Ras. I don't need fixed. I don't need help. I can deal with Montparnasse perfectly fine on my own."
Enjolras' eyebrow arched at the mention of the name. He leaned forward onto his elbows towards the frustrated Eponine. "I never mentioned Montparnasse. You came up with that all on your own Ep." Realisation clouded her features as she thought about what had just happened. She let out a sigh of frustration and turned and busied herself with the coffee machine behind her. The faint aroma of coffee began to fill the small café, as Enjolras swept behind the counter. "Eponine. Is Montparnasse hurting you? You know I can help you. Just tell me." His eyes scanned her body searching for any damages under her thick clothing. Her teeth bit into her pale lips, avoiding looking into the eyes of the man in front of her. "Ep?" Eponine shook her head violently before looking up at him. His clear blue eyes shone with worry at the thought of the young women before him being hurt. For a moment she fiddled with the scarf around her neck which concealed the purple and yellow marks that coloured her skin. "Enjolras.." She started.
The sound of the cafe door opening caused her to stop and turn. Marius Pontmercy wandered in, a lost puppy look framing his features. " Ponine, I nee your help. It's Cosette."
Eponine could hear the rolling of Enjolras' eyes behind her at the sound of Marius' pathetic relationship troubles. "Of course Marius, I'll just get you your usual and be right over." He nodded his head weakly and sat at his usual table.
Enjolras tutted, "You shouldn't be helping Marius with his pathetic little problems when you've clearly got other things to be dealing with. Even if he is too be simple minded to notice."
"Look. Like I've told you I'm fine. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about." She laughed quietly. "And look at the time, you've got classes. So go!"
"Ponine.."
"Straight black to go," she cut him off by shoving the steaming cup into his hands. "Go, I need to go deal with baby face over there and you have classes. I'll talk to you later."
The crease between his eyes was still present as she all but shoved him out the door. Eponine may seem fine with letting the matter be but Enjolras was not one to ignore such a serious issue. Especially when it concerned her. If she wasn't going to deal with Montparnasse, then he would.