Hey y'all! I'm now bringing you the next installment of Schonberg High. You can expect this in the chappie:

Enjolras and Rosie on the rocks

Grantaire and his Tutors

Rosie's big brother

Sound good?

"Rosie!" Enjolras hissed at her in their Physics class. Rosie let out a sniff and kept her eyes focused on the teacher.

Enjolras thought she was getting a bit ridiculous. He just doesn't approve of her piercing; that was it. Was that any reason for her to give him The Silent Treatment? Apparently, she could technically speak to her, as he learned later in history when she argued against the stance he took for Victor Hugo's rebel students. (Enjolras, naturally, was all for it; Rosie was against it, but just because he was for them.)

"But, Mr. Christophe, Hugo PLAINLY states that many of the Friends of the ABC were going into the field of law. Why choose violence when you're so close to being able to help so many people in your own way?" Rosie pointed out.

"Well, was it so wrong of them to finally decide that enough's enough; that somebody had to do something big? It was the Occupy Wall Street of the 1830s." Enjolras retorted.

"Yes, because everyone brought guns to Occupy Wall Street." Rosie stated harshly. "To almost quote the musical, it simply was 'a game for rich, young boys to play'. The character Enjolras, and his very real counterpart in this classroom, had good intentions. I just don't think the people of France were ready at the time. As we learn, for the barricade falls and everyone DIES."

"But how would they know? Past revolutions in France, though they led to disarray, were technically successful. The... Les Amis de l'Abaisse's intentions were good; they were going to fix the problems of the first revolution against the monarchy."

Mr. Christophe had no intention of having them stop. He would allow Rosie and Enjolras to go back and forth all class period if need be. They were his top students, after all.

But he had a sleeping student in the back row; Remy Grantaire.

"Grantaire!" Mr. Christophe boomed. "Can you please tell me what modern and ongoing event Mr. Enjolras compared the rebellion of June 5-6th, 1832 to?"

"Um, homecoming?"

The class erupted in a chorus of snorts or laughs; all except from Enjolras and Rosie, who were glaring at each other.

The bell rang and most of the students rushed out of class, but Grantaire stayed behind. Mr. Christophe had to talk to him.

"Remy, your English teacher tells me you're a bright boy. You've got a real knack for writing stories she said." Mr. Christophe said.

"Yessir." Grantaire mumbled.

"Grantaire, I want to see you try and apply yourself. If you keep failing, your coach will pull you," Christophe took a deep breath, "and that is why Coach Boubil and I have selected two tutors for you to work with; Combeferre and Christie."

"Aw, man, they're nerds!" Grantaire whined. "Why can't Rosie and Enjolras do it?"

Mr. Christophe chuckled. "Because I'm afraid they'd kill each other before you learned anything."

So during free period Grantaire went down to the library to see Christie and Combeferre... Making out over Pre-Calc homework.

"God," Grantaire mumbled under his breath. "Even when they make out it's nerdy."

Christie spotted their new pupil and pulled away quickly. Combeferre adjusted his glasses and looked for his history textbook.

"Hello Grantaire," he greeted casually. "I hope you've had a good day."

"I have... Until I found out that you're the only guy on the football team besides Courfeyrac who's gettin' any." Grantaire smirked at Combeferre and noticed Christie's face color.

"I am not "gettin' any"," Combeferre told him. "Christie and I have agreed to a relationship based on mutual respect and compassion. We're waiting until we're both ready."

"Okay, okay. My bad..." Grantaire sighed.

At the end of the hour, Grantaire actually emerged from the library with a smile on his face; Christie was really clever in remembering things and she'd shared with him a few of her favorites. Combeferre helped him organize his notes so he could actually read them for the first time in three years...

Meanwhile, the fridge at the Mitchell household was being raided by Andrew Mitchell, now a Junior in college, who had returned home for a bit. He was nearly the opposite of Rosie; where she excelled at English and History, Andrew had always been good at math and science. Everyone had expected Rosie to be just like him, but instead they got a pale, short little thing who liked to read. (Not that Andrew didn't love ALL his classes, but he was very good at the more number orientated things.)

"Do you ever stop eating?" Rosie asked as he sat down next to her on the couch as she did some of her Pre-Calc.

"Nope; not when I'm home, at least. How are you, Rosie-Posie?" Andrew inquired after a rather large helping of reheated lasagna.

"Well, I suppose."

"You suppose? What, I come home and your life doesn't get ten times better?" He joked, snagging a bag of Funions from the coffee table and opening them.

"You're disgusting." Rosie laughed. "You know, I find it hard to believe that you don't barf whatever the heck you eat at school up in your Pre-Med class."

Andrew took her homework from her and held it above her head (it wasn't hard; she was 5'4", he was 6'0) and grinned down at her.

"Andrew!" Rosie shrieked. "Give it back!"

"You know the magic words," he sing-songed.

Rosie let out a huff. "Andrew's the greatest, I am a noob."

"Correct!"

He handed her the notebook back, but spied something written in her loopy handwriting.

Mrs. Julien Enjolras

The words had been scribbled out angrily, but we're still readable. Andrew immediately went into protective big brother mode.

"Who's Julien Enjolras?" He questioned. Rosie sighed.

"No one... Now."

That set off a big red flag in Andrew's mind; Rosie usually would blabber on and on about her latest crush, but not this one. This one... Did something very wrong.

"Rosie," he have his sister a serious look. "Did this boy hurt you?"

"No! He's just... Not into me."

Andrew wasn't buying it. And he was going to end up meeting Julien Enjolras, just not how he would've preferred.

Dun dun dunnnn! I like Andrew, he seems like a big brother. Coolio, huh?

And I liked the debate in History class, I had one of those last year with my current crush, but the teacher didn't let us bicker much.

Review? And maybe share an idea?

-TheClassof1832