A/N; Hey I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas. I know i did, i went to go see Les Miserables in theaters, and i dragged my grandma to see it with me :D

The movie was pretty good, i mouthed along to the words and there were so many parts were i just couldnt stop crying and other parts were i was so nervous and gripping onto the arm rest, especially when a certain someone died (ok when a lot of certain someoneS died) -I knew the plot line but i always skipped that part because i didnt want to admit their deaths-...I swear my grandma thought i was insane. My only complaint is that they cut out WAY to much of Eponine's role but what can i do, besides thats what fan fic is for :D

I hope this chapter is ok. Please review!


Erik scurried through the halls, trying his best not to run into or communicate with anyone. He was very anti-social, and with good reason, he always sat in the back of the room during class and never talked; his teachers dealt with it due to his amazing grades and class work and over time they got used to it. He did all he could to avoid seeing anyone, or have anyone see him. He had forged notes from the nurse saying that he could leave class two minutes early and arrive two minutes late and excusing him from gym, begged administration to give the farthest one in the corner, it was only a few feet from a side door and he could leave school quickly and never talked to anyone, ever. But no matter what Erik always hated the end of the day, the time when everyone was out and about lingering in the halls and blocking his way to his locker; the amount of students at the end of the day it made it more difficult to avoid people, but he was very swift and sneaky, if he planned everything out just right then he would be in and out in no time and all.

Today wasn't his day.

Erik had just packed his bag and was about to go out the door when his two least favorite people, Andre and Freddy, decided to pay him a visit, they had also brought along a few of their friends, three to be exact.

Great just what I need, a crowd.

"Well if it isn't the Phantom of West End." Sneered the later

"Oh come now Freddy, you know there are no such things as phantoms."

"I am really not in the mood for this." Erik muttered low and tense, his face facing away from the crowd.

"Oh Erik you should know that we really don't care." Freddy said as he crept up to him, "Come on now Erik, why don't you look at us."

"I don't want to."

"And as I have said before, what you want doesn't really matter to me."

Erik stayed silent and didn't move an inch; he didn't want to give them any encouragement. Andre and Freddy were what you could call the school's street vendors. They were always looking for a way to make money, and the more the better, morals and value weren't really in their vocabulary as Freddy saw it as a way to hinder income. Freddy was the head off their partnership, Andre tagged along but he often didn't agree with Freddy's methods of fast cash. Currently their latest way to fast cash was exploiting Erik, his face was oddly and that made the two con artists want to show it off, in exchange for $5 a pop. They had never seen his face straight on either, but rumors had accumulated after years of Erik's extreme anti-social tendencies.

Freddy moved closer to Erik, "Come on Erik, it will do you good to interact with people."

"Leave me alone." He said, taking a step toward the door in order to get away from them.

But Freddy would not listen. All at once he gripped onto Erik's shoulder and swung him hard so that he faced the small crowd. They all gasped as they saw Erik's scarred face, it looked as if me had been burned and then attacked by a wolverine, but it was only half of his face.

"He is so ugly!" shouted one

"It should be outlawed to be that ugly."

"See I told you all," said Andre, "He is no phantom, just a freak!"

Erik stood there looking completely stone cold, his eyes narrowed in hatred for the people who stared and laughed at him. While he looked strong and frightening he felt completely helpless, a person or two he could handle on his own but a group of people left him defenseless. There was no point in putting up a fight, it was one against 5, and no one was there to help him; he had to face the ridicule on his own just like he had been ever since he was a kid.


Èponine walked down the hall, multi-tasking by fixing her hat and digging through her backpack for her phone, it was a prepaid phone that she had gotten for herself without her parents knowing, while stuffing her journal down even deeper into it and avoiding collisions with walls and other people; she was ready beyond ready to leave school and unwind anywhere but home. She noticed the shoelace on her boot was untied and she stooped down to tie it up when all of a sudden she felt snatch up her hat from her head. Out of the corner of her eye saw the thief and took off after him.

"Grantaire give me back my hat!"

"Come and get it!"

Èponine sped up and chased him down the hall, she may not have been the fastest runner but she was nimble and had a lot of endurance. She finally caught up with him and grabbed onto the back of his shirt when he tossed the hat over to Courfeyrac who was just coming around the corner with Joly; he caught it out of instinct and was fairly surprised to see it in his hands. His eyes automatically went to Èponine who was gripped unto Grantaire and smirked as he played with the hat in his hands.

"I'm going to guess this is yours Èponine?"

She turned toward him and nodded, he tossed her hat over to her causing her to automatically let go of Grantaire and catch it.

She rolled up her hat and hit Grantaire upside the head with it before slamming it back on her head. "You doof!"

"Doof? What are you 10?" he commented as he massaged the back of his head.

"I am trying to clean my language."

"You limit swearing? That's like Joly not worrying about disease."

"Hey don't drag me into this!"

"Sorry Joly, and I don't swear that much." Eponine responded

"Sure you don't." muttered Joly

She lifted a finger to protest, "Grantaire is worse than me, and never have I once dropped the f-bomb.

They all glared at her.

"Ok, never have I twice dropped the f-bomb. But come on it was ONE time. I mean if you had been there…"

"We were there." Remarked Grantaire

"Let me re-phrase, if it had happened to you, I'm sure you would have dropped the f-bomb too."

Courfeyrac sarcastically looked off into the distance "That little kid will forever be traumatized."

"Shut up." She muttered, "It was his fault anyway…"

"Sure it was."

"Oh whatever!" She glanced over at the clock, "Well I better get going don't want to miss my ride."

She bid goodbye by saluting them off with two fingers and turned to go the other way. She was just about to turn down the hall for the exit when she heard the sound of laughter, but it something about that was off. In an instant Èponine spun on her heel and ran for the direction of the laughter, speeding past Marius on her way.

"Whoa 'Ponine, where's the fire?"

"Sorry, can't talk Marius." She called over her shoulder as she kept running. She knew the tone of that laughter, it was the type laced with venom and mockery, she had experienced it herself before, and quiet a lot at that, and she knew the feeling, the feeling that everyone hated you and you were worth nothing and it was even worse when people passed by but did nothing to help you, she wasn't going to let someone else feel the same way. Her hat started to come off but she slammed her hand down on her head to keep it from flying off as she kept running. Èponine finally found the source of the laugher; it was small group of boys, 4 or 5 at most, surrounding something, or more importantly someone. Èponine's eyes quickly landed on a boy in the middle of it all and without thinking she pushed through the group and pounced in front of him, her back facing him while she faced the small crowd.

Freddy frowned as he stepped toward her. "What exactly do you think you are doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"We are just having some fun."

"Mocking someone is what you call fun?" she glanced over at the boy from the corner of her eye

"Well…" he replied, suddenly at a loss for words.

It was then that Èponine noticed some green bills poking out of his pocket. "Money! You are exploiting him for money?!"

Both boys stepped back; they knew messing with the Thenardier girl was a horrible idea. She was tough and didn't take crap from anyone. She took a step toward Freddy and very swiftly in one moment snatched the money from his pocket and threw it at the people in front of her.

"Take all your freaking money back and you better not mess with him again." She sneered through her teeth her voice was low but intense.

One boy narrowed his eyes at her, "What are you going to do about it?"

She spat at him, "I'll beat the living shit out you."

"You little bitch!"

His eyes filled with anger but before he could to anything a few others stood by her and stared him down.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Warned Enjolras

"I suggest you all leave now." Stated Combeferre, no one dared disobey him.

With the crowd gone the two boys turned to face Eponine.

"What were you thinking Eponine?" asked Enjolras, obviously not seeing her reasoning.

"I swear ponine you really need to think before you act." Added Combeferre, "I doubt you would have stood a chance against that guy"

Eponine just sighed and rolled her eyes, "I'm sure I could have handled myself perfectly fine, I was only trying to help the boy they were ridiculing."

Enjolras raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

"The boy they were making fun of, that's why they were all here. Are you ok by the way?" She asked turning around to face him, only when she did she saw that he was no longer there.


A/N; What do you think? Good? Bad? So-so? I added in Erik because he has a role in the future...yea i know its a Les Miz story but i couldnt resist

Please review! Thats all i ask of you!

~~Epoine