Enjolras wanted her. Goddamnit, he wanted her more than anything else he'd ever felt the smallest desire to have. And he lost her. If he hadn't been so stupid and took action on his impulses, she would still be there with him. That terrible sexual tension would still hang in the air, but at least he would have her in a sense.
He knew that he needed to find her so that they could return home, but he didn't know where she could be. Enjolras wanted her back with him, even if she hated him. He hated himself for needing someone he hadn't even known for a year, but he did.
Éponine managed to stand and looked through her blurry eyes towards the door. Enjolras hadn't left, which meant that he was either upset or returning to his work. The selfish part of her wished it to be the former, but the logical (and often silent) part of her mind told her that it was the latter.
She stayed hidden in the doorway even when he finally emerged. His shirt was back on, to her disappointment, and he was looking around for her. He called her name a few times, and he failed to see her in the shadows of the doorway. After a few hesitant moments, he left the building.
She knew she had to follow, but she wasn't quite ready to face him. How was she supposed to react now that she knew that the self-proclaimed marble statue felt something for her? It didn't help that he was arguably the most attractive of Les Amis.
Éponine was confused, and she found herself wondering when her simple life became this intricate and complicated love story that she wanted no part of. She was in her little cloud of self-pity when an all too familiar and slightly innocent form came down the hallway, meandering about as if lost.
Éponine looked up into the kind eyes of Marius Pontmercy.
Enjolras sat in his car, which was parked under the window of the drama classroom. He waited for her; it was his usual spot. She knew to find him there if she needed a ride. He occupied himself by played flow on his phone before a movement in the window caught his eyes. He looked up to see the terrifying sight of Éponine and Marius. She was laughing as he looked around the room for something. Éponine knelt down and handed him a blue backpack that neither Éponine nor Enjolras had seen.
She said something to him, causing Marius to frown and look about as if expecting someone to be hiding. When there was no one there, he nodded slowly and he leaned in.
Enjolras's heart clenched in his chest as he saw her go on her tiptoes to shyly kiss Marius.
This is the shortest chapter ever, but I need to give you guys something! I'm going somewhere next week where I won't be able to write, and if I don't get this chapter out, then I probably won't post for the whole summer. And I'm sure you would miss me, right? Right?