Hello, dearest lovelies! I am sorry that I have not updated in a few days, but as I said, I was gone this weekend. However, I did have a good birthday, so that is good. Anyway, without further wait… CHAPTER 14! WOOHOO!

January 7

Dear Diary,

Today I started anew. It was the first day at Corinth High, the school Azelma's foster parents have graciously set me up in.

Eponine chewed the end of her pen, trying to put her thoughts into words. "How to describe it?" she asked herself.

I told everyone that I had just moved into the city. There were a few nice people. I met a boy named Bossuet, apparently he knew Enjolras and was shocked to find out that I was the girl Enjolras had kicked out.

Bossuet had seemed nice, enough. Eponine had made him swear to secrecy, and he had readily agreed, saying that he was to see the marble man himself that night, and promised to fill Eponine in on the details.

I also met Musichetta, Joly's girlfriend-of-sorts. Apparently, Joly is sharing her with Bossuet. Not sure how that can happen…

Eponine smiled. How can two men date one woman at one time? she wrote. But anyway, the school seems good enough. Sure, I miss Courfeyrac, and Joly, and Grantaire, and Marius, and maybe even Enjolras a little bit. But if he doesn't want me back, then I will disappear.

I actually thought I saw him today, with Combeferre and Courfeyrac, but when I turned around, they were gone. It must have just been some student lookalikes.

…..

Enjolras walked into school at Musain High on January 7th. It was the first day of second semester. He hadn't seen Eponine since Christmas, and everyone had been very quiet about the whole thing. It seemed that he was on his own side, and even his friends had abandoned him to side with the girl he had kicked out.

The first thing he did when he walked in the doors was go to Eponine's locker. She wasn't there, but, after all, it was only 8:45. He still had 15 minutes before school started. And so he waited. When he checked his clock again and found that it was 8:59, he began to worry. There was still no sign of the dark haired girl. So, with only a minute left, he ran to the secretary's office. "Shouldn't you be getting to class?" asked the matronly secretary.

"It's my friend, Eponine Thenardier. She's not here, and I'm worried about her." The secretary typed a few commands into the computer, than frowned. "It appears that your friend Eponine has been enrolled in a different high school, just across town."

"What's the name of the school?" Enjolras practically shouted. He was so close to finding her… but did he want to? I could just let her go. She was just a girl. She didn't even mean anything to me. She was just another dark-haired, broken girl. But yet… I fixed her.

Enjolras pulled Eponine's crumpled farewell letter out of his pocket, if only for reassurance that it was still there. He had memorized the words already. I can't let her go, can I?

He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he missed the next words of the plump secretary. "What?" he asked. She sighed. "Corinth High is the name of the school. Now get to class. I'll write you a late pass."

Enjolras took the late pass and strode quickly out of the room. It was all he could do to not break into a full run. He pulled out his phone and sent out a group text to Courfeyrac, Grantaire, Joly, Jehan, Bahorel, Combeferre, and even Marius, asking them to get out of class and meet him at the Café Musain, where all his revolutionary meetings had been held. They were all in separate classes, his high school being a large school, so it wouldn't be a problem.

Walking out of the building and towards the Café, his mind wandered down the inevitable path back to Eponine. Why can't I let her go? She was nothing to me. Just a girl I saved from the street with a few kindnesses, and that was that.

But you did count her a friend… a small voice inside his head reminded him.

Enjolras walked into the café. The portly server looked very pleased to see him, and immediately got his favorite coffee for him, an almond latte. She ushered him upstairs, babbling on and on about: "the Les Amis are back, our café has life again, there is right in the world." Once she had gotten him upstairs to the customary meeting spot, she promptly exited down the stairs, leaving him to wait for his companions alone.

He looked around at the dusty upstairs room, the one with the wide front window and tables all around. This was the very room that held all of life's memories, for Enjolras. It was full of pride, full of pain. It was in this room that he had stood upon tables, giving speeches to rally the people, to call them to arms, to bring them in line. It was here that he had organized the Wall Street Rebellion, as he called it, as well as countless others. He had held every meeting of his group, the Les Amis de l'Abaisse, in this room.

Enjolras couldn't keep himself from noticing every little detail in the dusty room, bringing back floods of memories. The large "R" carved into the corner table, a faded red banner of his hanging on the wall, a tricolor pin lying on the floor. It seemed that the room hadn't been used since the Les Amis had vacated it the year before, and he intended it to stay that way. This was only an emergency meeting, the Les Amis were not back to stay.

He sighed and drummed his fingers on the table, very impatiently. He took a sip of his latte, the Musain always made good ones, and continued staring out the window as he waited for his compatriots to join him.

In a few moments, they arrived, flushed and breathless, outside the café. It appeared as if they had run all the way from the school. He moved to the window, calling: "Up here!" All of his loyal group mates looked up and saw him at the window, saw the Enjolras that once was, alive again. Courfeyrac had an idiotic grin on his face. Combeferre, Enjolras's second-in-command, was faintly smiling, yet you could see the sparkle in his eyes. Grantaire was so shocked that he had dropped his wine bottle, letting it shatter on the sidewalk and red wine pool around his shoes. Jehan already had a pencil and paper out, apparently sketching the situation or writing a poem to commemorate it. Joly called up something about getting sick from all the dust, and Bahorel looked downright joyful.

Enjolras tried to hold in an exasperated sigh. It was just an emergency meeting. There would be no more, the Les Amis were not back. Yet, his friends seemed to think so. In a moment, they were all upstairs, grinning like Cheshire cats and he could hear mixed cries of: "We're back!" "Life again!" and strangely enough: "Let's all get drunk to celebrate!"

He climbed onto a table and saw his comrades looking up at him, their faces aglow. "First off," he said. "We're not back together." He saw some of his friends' faces fall, but he noticed Courfeyrac whisper something to Combeferre, and they both grinned excitedly. "This is an emergency meeting, just because we need to find Eponine. I now know that she is newly enrolled in Corinth High. We need to find her and bring her back. I know I pushed her out, but I have now decided to find her, apologize for what I have done, and set all out lives straight again! We will go to Corinth High today, all searching the halls, and BRING HER BACK! SO WHO'S WITH ME? WHO'S WITH ME?"

The room erupted in cheers. "If today is unsuccessful, we meet here tomorrow after school! SO LET'S GO FIND OUR EPONINE!"

The cheers rose even louder, and again, like at the party, Enjolras discerned one thing in the chant: "LES AMIS, LES AMIS, LES AMIS!" And so the Les Amis rushed out onto the street, running towards the nearby Corinth High, Enjolras at their head.

And every one of the Les Amis but Enjolras himself knew that no matter what Enjolras said, their beloved group for revolutions, their ragtag bunch of misfits, their wonderful Les Amis de l'Abaisse, was back to stay.

They rushed through the doors of Corinth High and found that it was passing period, so no one would look strange at a group of students rushing down the halls. Enjolras directed them to specific hallways and began the search himself, with Combeferre and Courfeyrac by his side.

A little ways down the hall, Enjolras spied someone that looked suspiciously like Eponine, walking with Bossuet and Musichetta. He sent Courfeyrac to investigate, knowing that Eponine would be angry at him, and his comrade came back saying that it was defiantly NOT Eponine, her hair was too short, the color of her eyes wrong. And she was laughing and smiling, an activity which Eponine usually did not engage in.

Enjolras did notice, however, that Courfeyrac came back from his investigating completely white faced and stumbling over his words. But Enjolras thought nothing of it at the time.

They searched the halls all day, but no trace of Eponine was found. At the end of the day, Enjolras even had people manning all the exits while he went and asked the counselor where she was, but they all came back empty handed. And as students poured out of Corinth High, Enjolras stood alone in the hallway, still half-heartedly looking around. What have I done?

The crack in his marble heart grew ever bigger.

This chapter gave me some trouble to write, because it is hard to write Enjolras with feelings, if you know what I mean. And there is some foreshadowing here, if you guess it, leave a comment saying what it is, but I won't tell you. I'll tell you in the next chapter!

Also, for those of you who asked, yes, Enjolras did walk by Azelma and Eponine last chapter.

Question of the chapter: Which Barricade Boy would YOU date? Leave an answer in the comments!

Bye for now!