"His heart was far from girls and love."
-x-
The next sunny October afternoon in Paris, the friends of the ABC, except Enjolras and Jean, were sitting in the café and drinking wine. Out of the blue, "Where are Enjolras and Jean?" Combeferre looked around.
BACK AT SHOOLJean decided to stay at school for a while and wait for Enjolras. Enjolras, on the other hand, was called to the office. Apparently, his parents had sent him so many letters and he's not responding so they sent one to his school instead. Jean was writing a poem, as usual at the bench near an oak tree the one where Eponine stole from Enjolras, as seen in chapter 2 of 'My Savior I: Home, Love, Family'. Suddenly Enjolras approached him, clutching a letter. He flopped down into the bench beside Jean Prouvaire, not saying anything.
Jean was silent. He can sense that something is wrong. Enjolras got mad, and he didn't want to make matters worse. Soon, he spoke up. "What happened? Are you expelled?"
"No," Enjolras snarled. He handed Jean the letter. "Read this!"
Jean picked it up, then his eyes widened with shock. "Oh, my god." According to the letter, Madame Enjolras has found her son a very beautiful and pleasant young lady named Annelise. He has to go back to Bordeaux to meet his… fiancée.
Jean looked at him.
"What am I going to do, Jean? I'm desperate...help me." Enjolras said miserably.
"What do you want me to do? I want to help you, Enjolras. I really do. But why can't you just marry this… Annelise?" Jean stood up to leave. He gave Enjolras the signal that it's time to go. They started walking.
"Jean, I don't even know this Annelise. How can I marry her?" Enjolras said.
"Wait. How about we find someone to pretend to be your mistress?" Jean suggested.
Enjolras looked at him. "Then what? Pretend I'm in love with her, present her to my parents, and soon, break up with her. Then tell mother and father that I need more time to get over the incident? I don't think my parents will buy it. I'm not that good of an actor."
"Sounds good to me." Jean smiled.
"Easy for you to say. Girls practically drool over you." Enjolras sighed.
Jean shot him a look. "You may never know. What if you hate Annelise? Which is better, go home and get through this or find someone else who will pretend to be your mistress?"
Enjolras thought for a minute. "I'll go with the second option, but it doesn't mean that I'm happy and anything will change."
"I know. You'll find someone…"
Enjolras cut him off. "What do you mean 'you'? I need your help. You're the only one I know who can find such a lady."
"Enjolras, in case you're not aware, there are so many girls out there who I'm sure will bite their heads off just to get near you... just pick one of them." Jean said trying to be reasonable.
"Jean, you're forgetting something. I need a girl who will pretend to be my mistress for almost a month with no strings attached. After that, life goes on." Enjolras replied continuously.
"Forgot about that. Enjolras, your problem is that your Mom's trying to get you to have a mistress, and mget married?"
"Yes. I even said that no married man is allowed to be a part of the revolution."
Silence.
"What are you thinking?" Enjolras asked.
"Then...maybe YOU would have to find a girl you know your Mom will not approve of...that way after the pretending she'll not wish to see that girl again."
"But what if...the girl falls in love with me? I have to face the consequences. Besides, I don't want to get married."
Jean laughed.
"We'll just have to make sure the girl you went with have no feelings for you..."
Enjolras' face brightened. "Yes... I think you're right. It's perfect! But where would we find such lady?"
"That's the problem,"
"Where are we going?"
"To find you the perfect actress."
A/N: I changed my mind. Caitlin, I need you to send the rest of the story ASAP.. :D
