A/N: Thank you to everyone who's been reading my story! Especially to my friend MrEnjolras, who gave me my first review!


Enjolras dared to cast a glance at Angelique when he returned with his class, new book in hand. He observed her smiling wickedly down at him, and he immediately diverted his gaze, trying to figure out what she was up to. Why was she picking on him so much?

He sat down and everyone opened their books. He heard Joly start to read out loud, but by then his mind was wondering, thinking about her and her possible motivations. He continued this train of thought until Combeferre stood up and set his hand gently on Enjolras's arm.

"Enjolras, it's your turn to read." said Combeferre.

Enjolras felt his face turn red, muttering to Combeferre, "Where are we at?"

"Page 36."

"That far already?" Enjolras scrambled to open his book, feeling everyone's eyes on him. He managed to open it and began reading, distractedly, until his turn passed.

After class, Enjolras stayed long to wait for Combeferre, who had managed to knock over a jar of pencils and was picking them up singlehandedly. Enjolras stood up, as Combeferre was almost done, when Angelique approached him. Exactly what he didn't need today.

"Monsieur, what on earth is the matter?"

"I...I don't know what you mean."

"I won't have someone who is not paying attention in my class, that's what I mean."

"Oh."

"Well?"

"I'm sorry, it appears my brain seems to wander easily." He blushed slightly.

"What do you wander about, then?"

"Oh, just... um,... more related to the topics we discuss."

"I see," she said, frowning slightly. "Well, unfortunately, despite how kind you are, I don't like to see people daydreaming in my class. Can I help you with that?

"Yes, you can get out of my head!" thought Enjolras, but he wouldn't dare to say that.

"No, I dont think so..."

"Well, I'd like to request something from you. You seemed to have missed the first part of your book, so why don't I meet with you to discuss it and discuss your daydreaming problem?"

"NO, that won't be nessecary!"

"Well, I insist, and since I AM your teacher, I'll be seeing you later for your meeting, bring your book and please meet me at the gazebo at 8 o'clock punctually!"

She walked off without giving him a chance to respond. He stood there, speechless. This was not what he needed. Plus, the time she had given him would conflict with his revolution meeting that night! Combeferre walked over.

"Are you alright? You have a strange look on your face."

Enjolras shook off the strange feeling he had. "Yes, I'm fine. We'd better get ready for our meeting, Combeferre."

The two walked off.


"Alright men, what's new?" asked Enjolras, taking his regular position at the head of the group relievedly. It always took them so long to get focused and down to business.

"At Notre Dame, the sections are prepared!" offered Combeferre, helpfully.

"And at Rue de Bac," added Feuilly, "they're straining at the leash!"

"Excellent!" said Enjolras. "Anyone else?"

"Paris is definitely coming to our side!" shouted Courfeyrac, which aroused a cheer from all the students.

"Good. Well, if thats all we have, I'll be dismissing early tonight."

"What?" said Grantire. "We just got here!"

"And I'm afraid I have another engagement for tonight! I'm sorry!"

Combeferre looked like he was about to say something, but he was shot down by Enjolras's glare, and mouthed 'Is this what you were talking about earlier'? Enjolras nodded at him and stood up to leave the room.

Grantaire took a swig of a bottle and pushed Enjolras back down into his chair. "Come on, you haven't even got drunk yet!"

"And I don't plan on it!" protested Enjolras. "Now let go of me, I need to go!" Enjolras glanced at his watch. It was 8:15 already. If they had started at 7:15, like he wanted, instead of talking about women and such, they would be done by now.

"Come on," said Grantaire, shoving a bottle in Enjolras's face, "have some!" Grantaire then proceeded to chug the rest of the bottle.

Enjolras took this oppurtunity to stand up and walk to the door, leaving Grantire as the crowd's entertainment, seeing as he had started belting out an offpitch song and stumbling around. Enjolras couldn't help but smile slightly, then he walked out and closed the door on the party, his book in his hand.