Hi! I'm back with more of this :). I won't be updating as frequently, starting Tuesday, because...school...
Anyways, enjoy!
-Marseillaise
On Monday morning, Jehan woke up to discover his phone on his bedside table, along with a note that read,
Fine, here. Text me during math class, k? And didja know that you sleep with your eyes half open? Weird. Go kiss Cosette.
-Courfeyrac
Jehan rolled his eyes and unlocked his phone. The background now consisted of Courfeyrac's face, with "Courfeyrac iz the best I wish I cud b lyk him sumday" on the forehead. He also found an alarm at 1:00 in the morning that made bomb noises. Han had drawn a picture of two stick figures kissing, labeled "Jehan and Cossete". Jehan deleted it, as he disliked not having a nose.
There was also a text from Combeferre, saying that he had nothing to do with it and disapproved of the whole idea, and to remember that Monday was unofficial Oxford Comma Day.
Jehan smiled at that. Slipping on off-white skinny jeans and a navy blue t-shirt that said "I love lists, clarity, and the Oxford Comma" (that Combeferre had given to him for this specific day), he looked through the rest of his phone. Other than Cosette's contact having multiple hearts after it, nothing else had been changed. He poured a bowl of dry cereal and a glass of orange juice.
After eating, brushing teeth, and combing his hair, Jehan put on his backpack, climbed on his purple motorcycle, and sped off.
After suffering through forty five minutes of trigonometry, which was eased slightly by the fact that Courfeyrac, who was in math but had a different teacher, sent him funny cat pictures every five minutes, the bell finally rang. His next class was resource, with Joly, Éponine, Bahorel, and Courfeyrac, which was always quite interesting.
There was a substitute teacher. Courfeyrac made a bad first impression by announcing to the class that he was leaving, and hastening to do so, when the teacher didn't appear for the first five minutes.
Thirty seconds later, a tall man came storming into the room dragging Courfeyrac by the arm and announcing to the class that skipping through the hallways singing "The Hills are Alive" was NOT a good idea. Courfeyrac shrugged and gave him the finger when his back was turned.
Bahorel and Oliver, who most people called Olive, were sitting on opposite sides of the classroom. They threw pencil stubs back and forth at each other until M. Bellaire (the substitute) stood up and started yelling at them. His face got red and contorted, and his veins stood out. He had not, as it seemed, had a good morning.
Jehan tried hard not to laugh and started his trig homework. Underneath his desk, he texted Courfeyrac, who had decided that math was stupid and everyone should look at funny cats on the internet instead.
U should tell ur math teacher that –Jehan
Yeah. Good idea. And I can show everyone this. –Courf
The picture he referred to was a meme of a cat flying through the air saying "!*$% MATH"
…ok. And when u get detention and miss Enjy's giant rants? –Jehan
Meh. Look at this. –Courf
This time the picture was of Enjolras, but his eyes were closed and his mouth was open. Courfeyrac had added a moustache and a sombrero.
PTDR! –Jehan
Ikr. Perfect. Imma send it to enjy. –Courf
A few minutes later, Jehan got a text from Enjolras saying "WHAT ON EARTH?! COURFEYRAC SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU AND ME LOOKING STUPID IN MOUSTACHES AND SOMBREROS. –Enjolras"
Courfeyrac what did you do send me the pictures of me. Jehan
Courfeyrac responded q uickly. AHAHA here –Courf
They weren't quite as bad as Enjolras', but they were quite something.
"Prouvaire!" Jehan snapped his head up to see a very angry Bellaire staring at him. "Your phone, please."
Jehan handed over the phone.
"You may have it back at the end of the day."
Jehan nodded.
Suddenly, Éponine let out a scream. Bellaire turned hastily, slipping in the spilled…substance that was leaking out of Éponine's water bottle.
XXX
They all got detention. Presided over by none other than Bellaire himself.
XXX
Combeferre was livid when they got out. Shaking his head, he told them that, angry as he was, Enjolras was angrier. Courfeyrac smiled.
"Good thing we don't have to encounter him, then."
"What do you mean?"
"C'mon, dinner's on me," replied the curly, brown-haired boy.
Jehan nodded and, along with Bahorel and Éponine, walked back with Courfeyrac.
"Um…Jehan, my car can only fit five people- two up front and three in back-, and I need to babysit Luke and Han. Follow us with your bike?" asked Courfeyrac, "It's a restaurant, I've had this free dinner pass for ages and it expires tomorrow."
Jehan nodded good-naturedly.
The restaurant was called Café Musain. It wasn't a terribly nice café, but it wasn't horrible.
"Reservations…I think they're under Courfeyrac," he said to the waiter.
"Right this way!"
Courfeyrac grinned at Éponine, Bahorel, and the twins. They walked over to a table.
Jehan arrived a minute after, his hair windswept from the ride. "Hi, I think it's under Courfeyrac?"
"Your date is already waiting. Follow me."
"My-wait, what?"
But the waiter had already started ahead. Jehan followed him, passing by Courfeyrac's table. Courfeyrac waved at him, smiling devilishly.
The table the waiter led him to was a two person table, lit by candles. The other person there was Cosette.
