AN- So, I decided to post an extra chapter this week since I have a few ready to post. After this though, I'll only be posting once a week. I'd like to say thanks to the readers I already have. It means a lot to me to see people already following/favoriting my stories. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables

The same day

After returning to the café, Enjolras picked up a book and started to read. The next thing he knew, it was morning.

March 26th, 1832

Enjolras tried to get up, but his back was stiff from sleeping in a chair. He stretched and then slowly stood up. He headed towards the door. It quickly swung open before he had time to open it. Enjolras jumped back and almost fell over from surprise. Steadying himself, he looked up and saw Marius, Combeferre, and Joly.

"What are you guys doing here?" Enjolras asked.

"Classes start in fifteen minutes!" exclaimed Joly. "Let's get going!"

Together, they ran to the university. They barely made it on time and were out of breath when they arrived. Saying farewell, they went their separate ways.

Enjolras and Marius were studying to be lawyers. Combeferre and Joly were studying medicine. They all had exams coming up in a couple of months, and if they worked hard, they would all be finished with school in a year's time.

After they all finished school, they planned on opening up a hospital and law office for the less fortunate. That is, if they survived the war. They all knew it was coming, and they're all ready to fight. All they needed to know was "when?"

After class, Enjolras headed home. He had a speech to work on, and he needed it for that night's meeting at the Café Musain. They needed more men with the war coming, and Enjolras was the one with the inspiring words. Without him, there would be no revolution.

Enjolras was passing the Gorbeau House when he heard the slamming of a door coming from above. A few seconds later, a sobbing Eponine ran out of the building.

"Eponine?" Enjolras murmured quietly. Apparently not quiet enough for as soon as the name passed his lips, her head shot up in surprise. She quickly wiped her eyes free of tears and walked over to him.

"I'm sorry that I have disturbed you, Monsieur," she said quickly and then looked down at her feet. Despite her trying to hide it, he saw a dark bruise forming under her left eye.

"What happened, Eponine?" he asked curiously. She didn't look up. He was no doctor, but he knew that her eye needed to be looked at. Where was a doctor when he needed one?

"Eponine?" he gently asked. "Will you please come with me? I have a friend who can look at that eye for you." Reluctantly, she followed him to Combeferre's flat.

"How did this happen?" asked Combeferre, not much later.

"It was an accident…" Eponine replied quietly. It was blatant lie as both men could see.

"Come on, Eponine. You know that you can trust us," Enjolras said, urging on the truth.

Eponine sighed and finally said, "My dad-"

"Say no more, I understand completely," replied Combeferre. The men exchanged knowing looks. Many times have Les Amis stumbled upon a beaten Thenardier girl and had to take them to Combeferre or Joly to clean up. Their father was a very cruel man who would beat them when he didn't get what he wanted.

"Split lips, bloody noses, black eyes… what's next?" Combeferre asked, more to himself than to Eponine.

"I didn't bring home enough money, so he beat me," she said cautiously.

"Enough money?" the two men asked in unison.

"If I don't bring home ten francs a week, I'm beaten and thrown out 'til I have the money."

"Here," Enjolras said, reaching into his pocket for some change.

"No, Monsieur. I couldn't accept-" Eponine started to protest.

"I insist," he replied, pushing a twenty franc piece into her hand, "and while you're at it, get yourself and your sister something to eat."

"Thank you, Monsieur!" She exclaimed. Eponine quickly jumped down from the table she was sitting on, thanked the two men, and ran out the door before either one could say a word.

"That was very kind of you, Antoine," started Combeferre. "You like this girl?"

"That's preposterous!" Enjolras exclaimed quickly. He was surprised at his own reaction and then strived to correct himself. "She is no more than a friend. We are fighting for the people of Paris, so it's only natural to help them in any way we can."

"Suit yourself," Combeferre replied with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Well, I better get going…" Enjolras managed to stammer out. "I'll see you tonight, at the café."

"Goodbye, mon ami. I'll see you later."

Combeferre laughed as his friend quickly escaped from his house and his suspicion. He knew that something was growing inside of their "marble leader's" heart, and he couldn't wait to find out what it was.

AN- Hoped you all enjoyed this chapter! Rates and Reviews are appreciated :) Thanks for reading!