I'm so sorry about how long it took me to post this chapter; I've been in rehearsal a lot this week. You guys are all going to loathe me for this chapter, but I need drama to continue this story, because I love writing it SO much. This chapter, I'm using Enjolras's POV, I'm not sure if it'll just be a onetime thing, but please drop a review and tell me what you think.

New Year's Eve.

For most of the world, the holiday represented new beginnings. Everyone always came up with things they were going to do differently, vowing to change. The entire world charged into the New Year with an optimistic mind set. This year, everything will be better.

Except Eponine.

She knew that all this year was not going to be an improvement over the last one. The last two weeks had come straight from hell, and since it was unlikely anything was going to change, this year was going to suck.

Of course, she knew better than to stay at home on New Year's Eve. Being near a drunken gang was never a good place to be.

So, the Thernadier children had developed the tradition of spending New Year's Eve at the ABC café, which was always open all night on New Year's Eve. It was always quiet there, full of older adults who wanted to escape the hordes of drunken partiers.

This year, however, both of her siblings had decided to forgo the café, in favor of a party Grantaire was throwing. Eponine had reluctantly agreed to let them go, after making Azelma swear, on pain of death, that she wouldn't let Gavroche drink.

So here she was, on her own, again. Nowhere to go, no home, no friends, not even someone with whom she could exchange cordial greetings.

She missed Enjolras, more than anything else in the world.

They hadn't talked since that awful, awful day when she had broken up with him. He had tried, multiple times, but Montparnasse had always seemed to be hovering around, and she didn't want to risk his retaliation.

She went over to the counter and ordered a coffee. When it arrived, she carried it back over to the green couch where Enjolras had confronted her about her father. This started her thinking about that first kiss in the stairwell, (homecoming didn't count), and every kiss after that.

A single tear trickled down her face. No, she told herself, you've cried enough.

She raised her cup of coffee. "To days gone by," she whispered, and drank.

ENJOLRAS'S POV

"Ten Minutes to midnight!" a very drunk Grantaire slurred, barreling into the living room, his arm around the waist of an equally drunk Azelma.

Enjolras groaned.

His friends had forced him to come to this stupid New Year's party, claiming that he was "so hung up on Eponine that you don't remember how to have fun."

Enjolras had been tempted to punch Grantaire in the face after he'd said that. But, after his parents announced that they were throwing a party for other snobby rich people, like themselves, he decided, oh, what the hell, and he went.

A couple of hours later, though, and he was seriously wishing that he had suffered through his parent's party.

The party was exactly like every party thrown by Grantaire Enjolras had ever attended; loud obnoxious pop music, a keg, boys peeing on the floor, girls throwing up in the sinks, couples having sex in the closets, and everyone running around screaming.

Enjolras took a sip of his water. Maybe, if Eponine were here, tonight wouldn't have sucked as badly as it had.

He had tried to talk to her, many times, but she had always hurried away. Every time she did the pain of her rejection stabbed him like a knife.

It didn't help that Eponine was starting to resemble a member of the walking dead. She was still hot as hell, but she had lost at least fifteen pounds in the past few weeks, and she now had enormous bags under her eyes. It has to be her father. Bastard.

"Hi Enjy,"

Sara had wandered into the room, a beer in her hand. She crossed over to the sofa, collapsed upon it, and flung an arm around his shoulders.

Enjolras stiffened.

He had maintained a friendship with Sara, but they had a strict no-touching policy. But, Sara had always been very clingy-girl drunk, he had noticed that while they were dating.

He was so not in the mood tonight.

"Hi Sara," he said, lifting her arm off of his shoulder, and scooting away from her.

"Oh come on," she said, tossing her long, wild dark hair. "You still hung up on that girl? The one Cosette hates?"

"Eponine?" Enjolras subjested exasperatedly. It was amazing how stuck up Sara could be sometimes.

"Yeah, her" Sara said, absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "You need to move on; it's been, like ages."

Wow. To someone like Sara, maybe two weeks was a long time, but for him…

"I mean, she's already moved on," Sara continued, leaning in closer, still twirling her hair.

"What?" Enjolras asked, sitting up a little bit straighter.

"Yeah, you know with that Montparnasse guy, I've seen them, they're always all over each other."

"Yeah," Cossette, who had also wandered into the room agreed, "They are so sleeping together. I saw them going at it in that empty stairwell. That girl is such a slut, I mean she slept with M-m-m Marius." She gasped out, suddenly breaking into sobs.

Enjolras felt fury rise in his body. He felt like he'd been struck by lightning. Eponine slept with Marius, and Montparnasse.

"Ten, Nine, Eight-" Combeferre and Angie yelled, charging in, followed by Marius, Bella, Joly, Hanna, Courfeyrac, Gavroche, and some seventh grader with bleached blond hair.

"Seven, Six, Five four-"Sara was inching closer to him.

"Three, Two, One, HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Then, Sara kissed him. He was about to pull away when he thought, If Eponine's moving on, why the fuck should I ignore other girls.

So he kissed Sara back, ignoring the pangs of guilt in his stomach.

But he did have a thing or two he wanted to say to Eponine.