I didn't know what to say! What can you say when your two-hundred year old, fictional crush becomes your new English teacher? Pretty much nothing! Therefore, I was left with quite the problem to face.

"But- you can't teach here!" I yelled out from my desk.

"Why is that?" Enjolras replied. He still had that stupidly smug look on his face. That annoyingly cute, stupidly smug face!

"Because- because- I go here!"

"Excuse me, Miss, but I would ask you to not speak out in my classroom whilst I am teaching here."

Several of the girls were nodding their heads to every word he said to me. They had already been caught by the spell of his sweet, intelligent, yet to me obnoxious charm.

"But- how can you work here? You're not certified!" I continued, trying to rationalize with the man. At this point, many of the students were throwing me confused looks.

"I'm afraid that I am unable to tolerate this disruption, Michelle. Please come and sit in the 'Naughty Chair.'"

What the heck was the 'Naughty Chair?' I looked at him with a questioning look. He tilted his head towards a plastic chair and table set, made for a six year old- at most! It had the words 'Naughty Chair' written all over it. On the tiny desk sat a hat, which had the words "I've been bad!" written across it. I walked to the desk and sat down in the child's chair.

"Don't forget the hat."

Slowly, I picked up the hat and placed it on my head. The class began laughing immediately! Still, through the commotion, I was able to throw Enjolras a beautifully dirty glare!

"Alright, let's get started. My name is Professor Enjolras!" my new English teacher told the class happily. He wrote his name on the board and continued. "You may have trouble pronouncing it, but I don't mind. I'm rather used to it, in fact! Anyway, I understand that you have been reading 'The Lord of The Flies,' and that in the past two months you have barely made it past chapter two."

His soft voice was hypnotizing the students in the class. He had their complete attention, which was something that NEVER ever could have happened without him!

"Well, I'm afraid that will not do. As your new Professor, I am going to ensure that you are all under your best behavior at all times. Therefore, I am going to give you a fresh start. No more if this 'Lord of The Flies!' We are going to read a new book- a good book- we are going to read 'Les Misérables!'"

I looked up at him in shock. He thought that my anal retentive classmates had the cerebral capacity to read Les Mis? Well, he was definitely wrong! This was going to be the WORST English class of all time!

And yet, somehow, he managed to keep the class going for the entire final period of the day! It was the worst class of my life! While he was handing out Les Misérables, he took the liberty of crushing my fingers with the hardcover novel, and when he was giving a lecture about the characters, and got to Eponine, he made sure to tell the entire class that her style of pining for boys was a lot like my own. Still, somehow the day ended, and I was finally able to go home.

I ran out of the class as quickly as I could, so I wouldn't have to confront him until I got home. The walk seemed to take forever, but I finally got there. I ran up to my attic and started to watch television, trying to get my mind off the horrible day, but suddenly, just as the theme song of 'Friends' was starting to play, Enjolras came strutting out through the portrait hole.

"Well, if it isn't our little class clown…" he said, smiling at me with that look of pride which I used to find so endearing!

"Look, when I told you to get a job, I wanted it to get you AWAY FROM ME! What were you thinking?"

"I believe I assigned you some grammar homework, Michelle. I'm at a loss to why you are not doing it," he told me calmly. I glared at him.

"Nobody in the class does their homework, 'chaste leader.' Therefore, neither should I!"

"I have a strange feeling that I rather large portion of the class will have their homework done tomorrow, Miss."

"Oh, stop it with the act! You only took that job to bug me!"

"So…?" he gave me a new, even smugger look than the original.

"You know what? Let's make a deal! If the entire class brings their homework tomorrow, you can give me detention! If they don't, then you have to go without 'Cats' for a week!"

"Deal."

We glared at each other again, and for some reason did not stop, even when Cosette walked through the door.

"Oh! A staring contest! I love staring contests! Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play? Can I play?"

"Cosette?" I said, finally cutting her off, while still glaring.

"Yes?"

"Go away."

And she did.