Commonly, the library is known as a subtle, yet peaceful atmosphere in which anyone may go to in the need of research, factual information, study, investigation, documentation, or even something as simple as individual tranquility. Eponine always respected libraries for what they were, and remained courteously silent just like any polite person would do.

However, the Musain Academy library was not a library. It seemed as if it were simply an archive of books where the students grouped together to socialize. It was a hall of sheer distraction.

"Just great." Eponine said to herself, rolling her eyes. "Where in this building could I possibly find a quiet room?"

She wandered the corridors and rooms of the vast high school building, searching for a place where she could study.

"There are four libraries in the high school building," She thought. "I'd imagine that at least one of them would be quiet."

She soon enough found an empty corridor, and there beheld a set of tall doors beneath a small sign.

"Music Room #3," Eponine read aloud. "It seems quiet enough to me…"

If Eponine could only speak with her future self at that very moment, it would be exclaiming "Do not go through those doors!"

As unfortunate as it may be, Eponine could not talk to her future self. So Eponine opened the doors to Music Room #3, and there in front of her very eyes sat seven teenaged boys, approximately her age, all gathered around each other in seats.

Eponine had an interval of time to evaluate everything that her eyes were able to observe and identify before she was noticed by them.

During that period, she saw that the room was quite large; filled with very appealing sets of chairs and tables that had pretty colors. There were flower vases placed everywhere, which Eponine think that the room's floral decorations were too overdone. The fragrance of flowers made her nose twitch.

At the back of the room was a white curtain, and behind it might have been a storage area of some sort. Along the wall to her left was a row of dressing rooms.

The first of the men that she noticed was very handsome, with golden hair pulled back into a short ponytail. His twinkling blue eyes were brimmed with fiery passion, and he was in the middle of possibly giving a lecture or speech. He stood atop of a chair, his fists pumped into the air with enthusiasm, motivating and inspiring those that sat around him.

The second boy she saw was sitting nearest to the first boy, and he had glasses. He was also pretty darn attractive. He seemed to be enthralled by the man's avid monologue, and was taking notes or something in a small notepad in his lap.

The third boy that caught Eponine's eye had dark brown hair. He sat directly in front of the blonde boy, listening intently to his rhetoric and excitedly clapping his hands together, laughing. He looked very smiley and cheerful, and his eyes smiled along with him.

Another one of the men had first appeared to be a girl to Eponine, but was indeed a boy. This boy had long, light brown hair that was done in a side-braid. His eyes were closed, and his hands were tenderly playing with the flowers intertwined in his hair. He was pretty, just like a girl, with long lashes and rosy cheeks.

There were two other boys sitting beside him, who had their arms around each other and seemed as if they had been wonderful friends for a while. One had brown hair, joyful eyes and a wobbly smile, and the other had dark skin and was bald. The leaves of a four-leaf clover peered out of his right pocket. Both men were nice looking.

The seventh man she saw looked tough, and had a large, bulky body. His hair was disheveled but he seemed good looking in a way. His eyes looked ablaze with eagerness. He would raise his fists in the air in excitement along with the rest.

Eponine almost didn't notice that there was as well, an eighth boy sitting at the very back corner of the room. The first thing she observed was that he was not wearing a school uniform, like herself. He wore a dark green hoodie, and his hood was on at the moment despite the fact he was indoors and that there was no need for head covering at that time. His dark hair was shaggy and somewhat long, he had a stubbly chin, and he would be very handsome if he didn't look so sick. His glance was held on the glowing man standing on the chair.

All these boys were clearly in the middle of something, and Eponine was just about to turn her back and find another place to do her studying before a booming voice interrupted her:

"Hey, you there!"

She turned around stiffly, and swallowed the lump in her throat.

The first boy had his eyes on Eponine, and the rest of the boys turned their heads to look at her as well.

Eponine's long and wavy dark brown hair was bundled up and hidden under her plain brown cap. Only a fragment of her long hair had slipped from inside the cap, and she had tucked it behind her ear. Eponine was wearing an oversized brown coat (it was her father's) over a white collared shirt. She wore pants. Because of the style in which she had dressed, she appeared to be a boy.

"Oh, it's a boy." Said the man in glasses.

"A boy you say?" Said the golden-haired man.

The rest of the men looked as if they had lost interest when they heard "it was a boy," and turned back toward the first man once again.

"Welcome to the ABC Host Club, young boy!" Exclaimed the first man once again.

Eponine was startled, and took a step back.

"Um, I believe there has been a misunderstanding… I was just looking for a quiet place to study, and I'm not a-" Eponine mumbled. She was yet to utter the word "boy" before she was interrupted once again.

"Wait, I know who she is!" Said the bald boy. "She's in the same class as Joly and I!"

"He isn't wearing the school uniform. Why is that?" Said the long-haired flowery boy.

"That's probably because he can't afford it, Jehan." Said the tough-looking man, his head thrown back in laughter.

"Bahorel! One should never ridicule those who have been stricken with poverty! It is inevitable to those who are in the lower classes." Said the blonde boy, which earned him a scornful glare from Eponine.

"I feel much pity for those who are poor," The long-haired boy continued.

"Ah, lower class citizens have my pity on them as well." Said the boy with glasses.

Eponine had never been talked to or pitied in a way such as this, and she hated it already.

"Could you all be silent?! Your rude comments about my social class are really infuriating me! What a bothersome group you are!" Eponine shouted, stomping her foot angrily.

The empowering and heavy clomp had vibrated across the polished marble floor, and ever so slightly shook a stone display pedestal directly to Eponine's left.

She had not noticed it a single bit when she entered the room.

The tiniest wobble of the display pedestal caused the shiny turquoise vase on top of it to tilt to the left, then to the right, then finally fall and shatter into pieces on the floor.

It took a moment for Eponine to take it all in, and once the lightning bolt of realization struck her she clasped her hands over her mouth and screamed.

"Look what you did…" The boy with the crooked smile said, worriedly.

"We were going to auction off that vase starting with 71,000 francs!" Bossuet cried.

Eponine's jaw dropped in disbelief. She felt her stomach twist, her heart drop, and her brain burst instantaneously. "You must be kidding! Seventy-one thousand francs?"

The boy with the glasses shook his head. "You are going to have to pay for that vase, young man." Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"There's absolutely no way I can pay that! My family is struggling with money! At this point we'll need to live in the streets! There must be some other way!" Eponine pleaded. She thought of all the horrible, awful things her mother and father would say and do to her once she told them about her debt. "They will kick me out of the house for sure!" She thought. "I'll perish in the streets!"

Her thought was interrupted.

"Well, you can always work your debt off." The bespectacled boy implied, calmly. Eponine felt serene relief inside of her at these words.

"You can join our group as a host!" The flowery boy shouted delightfully.

"A …host?" Eponine mumbled.

"You must attend every meeting." Said the golden-haired boy, sternly.

"Meetings?" Eponine whispered. "I don't know if I can be a host…"

Combeferre had a cruel smirk on his face. "Would you rather pay the 71,000 franc debt? Or perhaps would you like to be reported to the Academy Administrators and Supervisors? Surely they may go as far as take away your scholarship…"

Eponine gulped. "Host it is." She frowned. "But-"

The man with the glasses interfered. "You must have a total of 100 customers request you as a host. Then, we will forget all about your 71,000 franc debt." He looked Eponine directly in the eye. "Is that a deal?"

He held out his hand. Eponine took his hand and shook it.

Eponine made a mental note not to tell her parents about any of this.

"Let me introduce you to everybody in our club." The bespectacled boy said. "My name is Combeferre. I manage the monetary earnings of the ABC Host Club and also sell its merchandise."

Eponine nodded.

Combeferre gestured toward the handsome blonde boy. "This here is our leader, Enjolras. He will tell you about our beliefs and our motive later." Enjolras smiled, shook her hand, and politely greeted her.

It consoled Eponine to know that these male students were taking part in their host club for a valid reason, and not just for plain amusement.

"This is-" Combeferre gestured to the third smiley boy, but he interrupted.

"Hello there! My name is Courfeyrac. How do you do? I am third-in-command of the ABC Host Club, and quite a womanizer I am, indeed. That, in which makes this a perfect way to spend my free time here at Musain Academy! I am quite the expert with ladies, if I do say so myself." Courfeyrac winked, and Enjolras flicked his forehead.

One by one, each of the schoolboys were introduced to Eponine. The boy with the long braid and flowers in his hair was named Jehan. The two boys with their arms around each other were, indeed, close friends. The bald one was named Bossuet and apparently he was the unluckiest man in France. The other was named Joly. Before Joly and Eponine shook hands he squirted a dollop of anti-bacterial hand sanitizer onto her palm and made sure she rubbed it thoroughly between her fingers.

"He's a bit of a hypochondriac," Bossuet had mentioned.

The strong-looking boy with the bulky body was named Bahorel, and he was a boxer. He gave Eponine a playful punch on the shoulder, as a way of showing endearment.

"What is your name?" Jehan asked Eponine softly and sweetly.

"You may call me 'Ponine." Eponine replied.

At this point it had completely slipped her mind that the boys, in fact, believed she too was a boy. They were all oblivious to her being a female.

Eponine glanced at the boy with the green hoodie at the back of the room. He was asleep at a table.

"Who is that boy back there, Enjolras?" She asked. Enjolras scowled.

"Oh, that cynic back there? That would be Grantaire." He said scornfully. "He takes good care not to believe in anything. He comes to meetings to make sarcastic comments about our cause."

"The only thing he believes in is Enjolras," Bossuet added. "Enjolras is the only reason he comes to these meetings. He also stays here and watches while we amuse the ladies. Grantaire loves to see faith soar in Enjolras."

"And the reason why we didn't kick him out in the first place was because he entertained us with his humor!" Courfeyrac mentioned with a smile. "Grantaire is a really cool guy once you get to know him."

"I see." Eponine said. "Do you ever pay attention to him, Enjolras? He seemed...very fascinated by your speech earlier."

"I do not usually give him the time of day." He replied. "But let's not talk about this now."

"Bahorel," Enjolras called out. "Please fetch a school uniform for this young lad. He must look more appropriate, if he is going to be a host."

Bahorel departed without haste to fetch one.

"Now," Enjolras proclaimed. "Let us all gather around once again, for we will now elucidate to 'Ponine what our main purpose for the ABC Host Club is."

To Enjolras's command, all of the boys arranged their chairs around Enjolras and sat. Eponine sat beside Jehan, who held her hand and smiled warmly.

"We members of the ABC Host Club," Enjolras began, "believe in the fact that both men and women shall be treated equally and fairly and should never need to be fraught by stereotypes and labels. Lately in society, women have been treated as a lesser being than a man. Women are underestimated and are ill-treated with sexist comments, and we wish to end that. We are a group of passionate feminists, 'Ponine."

Eponine nodded.

"Because of this," Courfeyrac added. "We members of the Musain ABC Host Club want to entertain ladies by making them feel special and loved, no matter who they are!" He smiled. "We shower them with compliments, sweet-talk them, and praise them in every way we can."

Eponine frowned a little. "But Courfeyrac, is it all genuine?"

"Genuine?" The hosts said all together.

"You know," Eponine continued, "is everything you feel about and say to these girls real and honest? In my opinion, it's simply cruel to treat them like princesses and flatter them if you truly don't mean what you say."

The boys exchanged a few glances with each other, until Enjolras leaned in close to Eponine.

"Do not tell any of this to the mademoiselles," He said quietly. "But the main reason we do this host club is to get as many ladies as possible to take part in our revolution."