Enjolras' POV
The bell rang and it was time for lunch. I stuffed some of my things in my locker and ran downstairs to the cafeteria. My friends were already sitting there. I dropped my stuff on the table and went to stand in the salad line. Suddenly, I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Melanie, a popular cheerleader and the leader of the popular group. She winked at me and I felt myself go as red as a tomato. "Hey, pretty boy. What your name?"She asked me flirtatiously. I started mentally kicking myself and replied, "Damien Enjolras... No, I mean- It's Enjolras." Shit. I just revealed my own horrid name. Right in front of a popular girl! What has gotten into me?! I just chuckled nervously and stood still, my face as red as beet. "Hey, boy. What do you want? Salad with or without dressing? Tomato or without tomato? Quick because you're holding the line back and you've been standing there like a complete doofus. So what. Do. You. Want?" the lunch lady interrupted my day-dreaming. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I would like a Caesar salad with mayo dressing." I said. As the lunch lady handed me the salad, I could hear Melanie ordering the same thing as me and I felt butterflies in my stomach when she flashed me a smile. I walked back to our table, smiling like a psycho and sat down next to Eponine. She stared at me for a while and went back to her spaghetti. "Hey, Enj. Why are you so smiley today?" Grantaire asked. He was a party freak and he couldn't live without wine. He calls himself R for some reason. I shrugged. "I got a good grade in History. Nothing much." Courfeyrac had a wide grin spread out on his face. "Don't trick us, Enjy. We saw you talking to a chick. What's her name?" He asked. Courfeyrac was the biggest flirt of the school and he was known to break up and get with girls the most. "It's Melanie." I replied, trying to sound bitter. Eponine stopped eating and looked at me, clearly shocked. "Don't tell me that you like her. Do you?" She wondered. I felt sweat running down my temple and my hands shaking. I couldn't possibly fall in love with anyone. Or could I? "Just spill it, man. No one's going to kill you." Bahorel said. "Enjolras. Just think of how divine love is and how happy you will be with love in your life. You will be walking in the air and smiling like never before. You know, actually, you just did on your way here." Jehan, the romantic, said. "Oh, come on. Just talk already!" Bossuet said, really impatiently. "Fine. I do like her. She's pretty and blonde, just like me. With blue eyes as blue as the sky. Her hair is as long as Rapunzel's in the Disney's Tangled. Happy now?" I blurted out. Everyone kept silent and I felt like I said too much. Eponine was the first to react. She picked up her bowl of pasta and walked away. I face-palmed myself as everyone else burst into questions I couldn't answer. I kept silent, not uttering a word, desperately waiting for lunch to end.