A/N OMG! Thank you soooooooooo much for reading and following and favorite-ing and reviewing! I may sound like I'm exaggerating but I'm not. I didn't think this story would go this far but still, thank you! Reviews are always welcome as usual. Enjoy! :D
P.S. All of this chapter is Cosette's POV and I wanted to kinda take a break from writing E/E (not because I'm bored or anything but just to show what's going on around the school) for just one chapter. I promise that the next chapter will be back to normal.
DISCLAIMER: I am oblivious to Victor Hugo because he didn't let me own it... Just kidding. I'd be dead if I were him... :P
Cosette's POV
I yawned as I sat up in my bed and stretched. I kicked off the pink blanket and hung my feet on the side of the bed. Eponine was still sleeping and I laughed a little as she snored. I stood up and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water and sat down at the table that stood in the corner. My phone was on the table and I totally forgot that it was even there so I picked it up and went to the texts. There was a new one from Marius and another from Musichetta, which was probably from a long time ago. I opened the one from Marius and started reading.
Hi, Cosette
Even from the start of it told me that something was probably wrong. He never called me Cosette. Ever. I started doubting that the rest of it was good at all and how right I was!
i don't think this is gonna work out if i am completely str8 with u but i'm gonna be. so i wasn't officially ur bf since the 1st time we saw each other. i didn't actually date u 4 all this time. i'm sorry but I was faking. i'm really sorry and if u dun forgive me, i understand.
Marius
How could he?! I thought he loved me and I thought he truly cared for me. But I was wrong and always have been wrong. I thought we felt a spark of love between us when we first laid eyes on each other…but I guess it was just me. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, then onto the screen of my phone. I went back to my bed and dropped my phone into my backpack. A drop of tear was all it took for me to wake Eponine. I shook her softly before she opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep off of them. "What? Is it time to go to school already?" She asked sleepily. I nodded, rubbing my own eyes. I shouldn't have read it at all because it is currently ruining my morning. I left her to wake up as I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I sat on the toilet bowl lid and started thinking hard. I can't just leave him and find another guy because I still have feelings for him and I can't just do something stupid. I almost started crying again but I stopped myself. I have to be brave. I brushed my teeth and took a shower as quickly as I could. After I finished showering, I put on my pink mini skirt and a strapless pink tank top. I thought of wearing a pink jacket over the tank top to make myself not look too sexy so I came out of the bathroom and found Eponine standing in front of the door with her clothes in her hands. I smiled and walked over to the dresser and sat down on the chair that was in front of it. I combed my blonde hair and decided to put it up into a bun but I thought it didn't really match the outfit so I braided it. "Perfect." I mumbled to myself just as Eponine walked out of the bathroom. I turned to her. "Don't you ever take a shower? It seems like you don't." I said and took out my make-up box from the lowest drawer of the dresser. Eponine was wearing a gray 'Lady and the Tramp' T-shirt and jeans. Eponine is a jeans-obsessed person and she doesn't have any other type of pants. She just has jeans and, believe it or not, no skirts! Every girl is supposed to have one skirt at the least but she has none! Okay, maybe one or two but still. Eponine walked closer to me and stared at the box before saying, "I had no idea that existed in here." I shrugged and pulled the lid up, revealing a pallet of brushes. I pulled the pallet up, revealing some more pallets of lipsticks of all kinds of shades and eye shadows of all colors. Then, I pulled a pallet from one side of the box, revealing a pallet of blushes from shades of red to pink to brown. I looked up at Eponine, who was standing, and smirked. She had her mouth open wide and her gaze was fixed on the box. "What the hell is this?" She asked. I frowned. "How could you not know what this is?! It's a make-up box. Have you never seen something like this before?" I asked, totally confused. She shook her head as I remembered something. The place where she grew up in wasn't exactly a place that everyone would want to grow up in. She grew up in a small hotel that was run by her parents and they stole people blind. Her parents weren't exactly the parent material, either, and they didn't really treat her well. Okay, the treated her really badly. They beat her up almost every day and they didn't take care of her at all. I could tell she was glad that she got into a school and that she and her siblings were no longer in their parents' reach. Ever since she got out of her home, she told me that it was heaven for her. I remember when I first met her. We were in 3rd grade and I was a new student at the elementary school we once went to. She saw me crying in the corner of our homeroom and she came to comfort me. I saw the scars and bruises on her arm and got freaked out so I ran away. After a couple of days, I started to feel sorry for her and became friends with her. She never told me about her family until 7th grade and I think there are still some secrets she's hiding from me but I felt like I already knew enough. I started applying make-up on my face as she watched. "Hey, this might sound crazy but I kind of want a makeover, 'Sette. Do you think you could do that for me?" She suddenly asked. I stopped applying the pink eye shadow on my eye lids and turned to face her. "Of course, Ep. Why not? Just wait 'til I finish and I'll work on you." I smiled and went back to my make-up. After I finished, I told her to sit down on the chair I just got up from and asked her how she wanted her hair. "I have no fashion sense so don't ask me. You do whatever you want." She replied to my question as I shrugged. Her hair was very messy and it stuck out in all directions but after all, she woke up just about 10 minutes ago. I tried putting it up but it was too plain. Then, I tried releasing it on her shoulders and it was just right. I soon started applying black eye shadow on her eye lids and put on dark red lipstick on her lips. I stepped back a couple of steps and admired my work. She looked almost like a Barbie doll but prettier and she wasn't made out of plastic. "I'm done!" I said and told her to look in the mirror. I grinned from ear to ear as she gaped at herself in the mirror. "Oh my God. Is this really me?" She asked and I laughed. "Of course it's you, silly! That's what makeovers are for! To make you not recognize yourself." I said. I felt like something was missing but everything looked pretty complete. Oh, right! A manicure! I pulled out the bottom and last pallet from the make-up box that revealed a set of nail polish in all colors. I picked out a sparkly brown one and told her to put her hands on her lap. She did as told and I started putting nail polish on her small nails. After a minute, I finished and told her to dry her nails by waving her hands in front of a fan. As she did so, I put back the pallets in the make-up box and put it back where it was. I looked at the clock and shouted, "We're almost late! Ep, hurry!" I quickly put on my pink, 3-inch boots that went up to my ankle and put on my pink jacket as Eponine put on her red converse shoes. We grabbed our backpacks and hurried off to school.
"If you can't subtract or add, you can forget about Calculus. Understand? Now, let's move on." Mr. Javert said. I couldn't hold it much longer. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't because if I did, Mr. Javert would crush me into pieces and I didn't want that to happen. Next to me sat Eponine, her eyes focused on her nails. I grinned. She actually admires my work of art! I am proud of you, Cosette. "Miss Thenardier and Miss Fauchelevant. Would you mind sharing your thoughts or conversation?" Mr. Javert suddenly said. I realized that I've been staring at Eponine's nails for quite a long time. "Nothing, Monsieur. It's just that I…" I trailed off, thinking of an excuse. "No more explanations, girls. One more word from you and you know very well where you'll be standing if you do." Mr. Javert said before turning back to write on the board. I gulped before trying to copy down what he was writing but my mind danced off to Marius yet again. I couldn't stop thinking about the message and how we loved each other and how I used to cry with him whenever I was sad. But everything was a lie. All this time was a total lie and a complete imagination. I had everything…but I have nothing left anymore. The bell cut me off from day dreaming and I grabbed my stuff and went to my mom's office. I pulled Eponine with me so I wasn't so lonely and if something went wrong, she'd be there. I knocked on my mom's glass door of her office. The whole office was transparent and it was made up of glass. On the door, in gold lettering, said: Fantine Tholomyes, Principal. I waited a little before I heard my mom say, "Who is that?"
"It's me, Cosette." I replied.
"Come in." She shouted from inside her office as I opened the door and held the door for Eponine to get in then closed it. In front of my mom's desk stood two chairs and my mom sat in her huge chair behind the desk. "Hi, girls. Do you need something?" Mom asked us as we sat down on the chairs, me on one and Eponine on the other. "No, it's just that… Mom, do you know Marius?" I asked as she stopped whatever she was doing and turned to us. "Yes, I do. Did he do something wrong?" She asked. I shook my head, my blonde braid swinging from one shoulder to the other. "I…uh…I was secretly dating him and I kept our relationship from you." I said, looking down at my manicured-in-pink nails. My mom blinked once, then twice, then three times. "Why didn't you tell me? Marius is a nice guy and I'm pretty glad he's your boyfriend and not anyone else." She replied, surprising me. I always thought that she would be tough with me when it came to having boyfriends but it turned out, she was completely happy, even. "You know, he's not my boyfriend anymore. It's not that we've ever been together because we haven't. He was fake-dating me this entire time and I just don't get why he'd do that." I said, making both Eponine and my mom gasp. "I thought you said you were dating and now you're saying you never dated?" Eponine asked, obviously surprised about the news. "Darling, I'm sorry and I take that back. Marius is not as nice as I thought he was and you said 'fake-dating'?" I nodded solemnly as I felt Eponine's hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll find another guy that's not as much of a something as him." She said. I frowned a little as I kind of got what she meant by her something and she probably meant 'asshole' but she might have thought it was rude to say a bad word in front of my mom, which is a principal to her. "But I still have feelings for him and I can't possibly move on. I just can't and trust me, neither of you would understand me. NOBODY WOULD! Not even Musichetta!" I said, sobbing as I ran out of the office. As I tried running as far as possible, I bumped into someone who I wasn't in the mood of seeing at that particular moment. Marius. Out of all people?! All of my books scattered on the floor and he helped me pick them up. How manly… Wait, no. This isn't the time to day dream! Everyone already went to their classes and the hallway was quiet. After a moment, I saw a hand in front of my face. I looked up to see Marius, offering a hand to me. I took it and stood up. The minute I was stable on my feet, I quickly let go but he didn't seem to want me to go anywhere. "Please, Marius. I need to go to class and I'm late!" I said, trying to get him to release his grasp of my hand. "Just listen to me for a second, Cosette. It wasn't me." He said. I stopped and turned to him. "What do you mean?"
"It wasn't me who sent the text and you have to believe me because it really wasn't me." He looked like a puppy trying to get his master's attention and I couldn't hold it anymore. It was just too cute. "Then, who was it?" I asked.
"Adrienne wanted me to date her but I said I already have a girlfriend so she just stole my phone and locked me up in the supply closet. She wrote it to make you think it was me but I swear that it wasn't. Oh, and a janitor got me out of the supply closet after 1 hour of waiting in that painfully crowded-with-stuff narrow place." He explained. I nodded and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and went to my next class. I waved over my shoulder as he waved back. "Oh, and 'Sette!" He called after me. I turned back. "Yes?"
"You look gorgeous today." He said. I smiled and ran to hug him. I didn't feel like letting go but I had to let go sometime in the day anyway. I kissed him on the lips and quickly ran to my next class, leaving him lovestruck (I guess that's what you call a person standing alone in the middle of nowhere, smiling like an idiot and his face as red as a tomato) Everything was finally falling into place and everything was back to normal.
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