In My Life (Enjolras Prequel/lovestory)

Chapter Two

Early next morning, I got up and put on uniform as quietly as I could, I opened the windows and gazed outside to see real people of Paris getting up and going off to work. I didn’t believe the rich could count as real citizens of Paris because they never gave anything for it. Sure, some people came into money because their loved one served in the King’s army during the French Revolution and Napoleonic Wars and such. My family should have been one of those people but the like everything else gone wrong in my life, since my mother and father were never “officially” married, and when my father died in the battle of Waterloo we never got any of the King’s money that he had promised to the men in the army and their families but I digress. Most of the wealthy have no backbone and have no bloody right to call themselves the true citizens of Paris when all they do is sit in their comfortable houses drinking tea and brainwashing the next generations.

As I walked to the University, I stared aimlessly into the sky, day dreaming or rather, I was being nostalgic about my life before my mother and father died. My mother and father fell in love at work, my mother had been a prostitute, my father had been one of her most popular clients. Every time he ever went over to the docs he requested my mother, soon instead of having sex each time he came, they would talk and it all went downhill from there. They were married but it hadn’t been official because the priest refused to perform a marriage ceremony to a prostitute. So the man in charge of my mother’s Prostitution “agency” performed the wedding. Later in 1809 I popped out of my mother and after sixth birthday father had died in the Battle of Waterloo.  Then ten years afterwards my mother passed from a fever, since I had been fifteen, I’ve been working at the University of Paris with the same awful people, teachers and students and will work until the day I die.

“Francine! Francine! Stop for minute!” I didn’t stop, I couldn’t be late for work, I had never been late and I wouldn’t start today. Suddenly my body jerked to one side, forcing me  to turn around to face Enjolras.

“Excuse me but who do you think you are?” I demanded angrily. “I know I technically work for you seeing as you go to the school I work at but just because that fact remains doesn’t mean you can go around and grab women! I don’t care who your family is or how much money your family has, you still have no right to grab a woman or anyone like that!” I shouted furiously at him. I imagined him to get angry or reproachful but instead my ears heard a boyish laughter bypass his beaming mouth.

“You’re right I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you but why didn’t you stop? Did I offend you last night?” he asked.

“No, it’s just I really can’t be late, I could get fired and I can’t get fired, I have people who depend on me, so if you’ll excuse me Monsieur I have to go.” Gently, I pulled my arm away from Enjolras and hurried inside the university where I cleaned after each class, just like I did yesterday and the day before that. On my lunch break, which meant I go sit another room and relax for twenty minutes while everyone else ate, I over heard women talking.

“You know I think its sick that they keep and allow professors that fornicate with the help, I reckon that the Philosophical professor has slept with every working girl that has stepped into his office at least once, he’s a sick swine.” I didn’t say anything, but internally, I thanked that women because now I would keep my guard up.

When Enjolras’s class was dismissed, I waited for everyone to leave, shoes stopped in front of me and I had guessed that they belonged to Enjolras.

“Hello,” he greeted.

“Is there something I can help you with, Monsieur?” I asked quietly, still not looking at him.

“You aren’t as fiery in here as you are out there,” he noticed. I would’ve responded with a witty statement  but it hadn’t been an appropriate time now.