Here's another chapter since I don't know when I'll be able to post again. I have all the chapters prepared, so it's all complete in my Google Docs.

Enjolras reviewed his notes one last time before going to speak in the square.

"I don't think you can memorize that speech any better than you already have!" Combeferre, the guide to Enjolras's group, Les Amis de l'ABC, joked.

"It still doesn't hurt to give it one more glance," Enjolras said as he stuffed the paper in his pocket. "Courfeyrac's still coming with us, right?"

"Of course he is, this is going to be our first major rally!"

"Good, then it's your job to make sure he doesn't get distracted by some new pretty girl."

"What if said pretty girl wants to join our cause?"

"That's just the excuse Courfeyrac would use to bring a girl to a meeting."

Enjolras and Combeferre gathered flyers and headed to the street outside General Lamarque's house. As he was the only one in power who supported the people, his house was the perfect place for rallies. Courfeyrac was waiting for them there.

Enjolras stood on a box and began to speak about the importance of protecting the rights of the common people. Lots of people stopped to listen, but only because they had never seen this bourgeois boy before. One boy in a dirty jacket and trousers and newsboy hat seemed to actually be interested, however. If Enjolras had to guess, he had found his first outside supporter.

After Enjolras concluded his speech, the boy came up to him. He took off his hat, letting long, wavy auburn hair cascade down his back, and Enjolras realized that the boy was actually a girl. "Why do you wear a disguise, mademoiselle?" he asked.

"My…boss…doesn't like me going out without his permission. Like I ever ask him in the first place."

"Your boss? You don't mean to say—-?"

A man dressed in ragged bourgeois clothing stormed up angrily to Enjolras and the girl. "Speak of the devil," sighed the latter.

Montparnasse stepped in between them and grabbed the girl's arm tightly. "I told you to stay home today! You're really goin' to get it now!"

"That's no way to treat a lady!" Enjolras glared intimidatingly at the other man. "Unhand her at once!"

"Run along, bourgeois boy, no need to get involved in this," the girl said.

"But aren't you—-"

"I can handle this! Have a nice day!" She smiled and waved Enjolras away.

But he didn't leave. He addressed Montparnasse once more. "I'm warning you, leave her alone! Or my friends and I will make you!" Combeferre and Courfeyrac came up on either side of him.

Montparnasse could be threatening when he wanted to be, but he was a coward on the inside. He took one look at the trio and left the girl standing there with the three men. She visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Enjolras was also glad the confrontation was over. "Are you alright, Mademoiselle…?"

"Éponine," the girl replied. "My friends call me 'Ponine. Or at least, they would, if I had any friends. So, monsieur, do you have a name in addition to that dazzling voice with which you wow the crowd?" She shoved her hat into Enjolras's hands.

Surprised, the blond man fumbled to keep his grip on it. "Enjolras," he said simply.

"That's a funny name."

"It's my last name."

"Are you going to tell me your first name?"

"No."

"Can I call you Enjy?"

"No."

"How about Apollo?"

"That's ten times worse!"

"Superboy, then. We can be Superboy and the Invisible Girl."

"We are not anything, mademoiselle. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get involved with that…" he trailed off, unsure of how to refer to Montparnasse.

"I can think of lots of things to call him, but they wouldn't be very flattering. Not that he wouldn't deserve it. He thinks 'no' means 'yes' and 'get lost' means 'take me, I'm yours.' Anyway, thanks for getting me out of his hands, for now at least. It's been a real slice!" And with that, Éponine sauntered off. Then she realized she had left her hat with Enjolras, ran back, took it from him, shoved it back on her head, and ran away.

Courfeyrac whistled. "She sure turned on the charm with you, Enjy!"

"Courf, no."

"Forgive me, Apollo."

"We are not going to start this, Monsieur de Courfeyrac!"