Black is the color of my true loves hair (an enjoltaire story)

Sixteen

WARNING!!!

This chapter has depictions of violence that is not suitable for all readers.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Grantaire cringed as he heard Enjolras's voice behind him. He turned around and bit the inside of his lip.

"Got high with Jehan."

"With Jehan?"

"Yep."

"At his house?"

"Where else?" Enjolras shrugged and stood on his tiptoes, his mouth near Grantaire's ear.

"I know you guys fucked." He walked away and Grantaire groaned, leaning against his locker.

"You alright?" He heard someone asked and turned around, Bossuet and Joly smiling at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I may have cheated on Enjolras, who may want to kill me now. But considering that, I'm fine," he said and Joly glanced at Bossuet who signed quickly to him.

Joly nodded and signed back.

"Joly says, 'oh my god, that fucking sucks. It was with Jehan, right?'" Bossuet said and Grantaire nodded.

"I forgot he was deaf-"

"Hard of hearing. He can kind of hear wen he wears his hearing aids but he find it useless so he doesn't wear them unless he's at home," Bossuet said and Grantaire nodded.

"Right. Um, if you have any classes with Enjolras can you ask him and see if he's mad at me?" Grantaire asked asked and Bossuet nodded, Joky nodding a few minutes later.

"You should learn sign language. At least a few sentences," Bossuet said and they walked away.

Grantaire sighed and smiled when Jehan walked up to him. "I feel like everybody hates me right now," he muttered and Jehan frowned.

"Enjolras I would understand. . . But you haven't done anything to anyone else," they said and Grantaire rolled his eyes.

"I'm fully aware of that. It's probably because I made Enjolras mad." Jehan nodded and lit the cigarette in their mouth.

"Those things can kill you. Can't you get suspended for smoking in school?" Grantaire asked and Jehan nodded, handing him one.

Grantaire gladly took it and Jehan lot it for him, sighing. "If you get suspended you don't have to go to school for up to week. 4 days for cigarettes," Jehan said and Grantaire nodded.

"Doesn't matter. I'm not going to graduate anyways, I'm failing everything," Grantaire said and Jehan rolled their eyes.

"You're not failing dance. Or art. Or athletics. How are you not failing athletics?" Jehan asked.

"It relieves stress. I mean, it's just a participation grade, they don't grade your intellect," he said and Jehan nodded.

"If you learn some sign language Joly could tutor you, he's a fucking genius. He's really good at everything but especially math. Combeferre is great at science, Cosette is very literate, Eponine is good with languages."

"I can't work with Ep, we'll get distracted."

"I'd offer my help but I don't think that would be any less distracting." Jehan said and Grantaire raised his eyebrows, grunting softly in agreement.

"Hey, you two can't smoke!" A teacher yelled and Grantaire rolled his eyes.

"Well it appears that we are. Did you mean to say, 'you two are not allowed to smoke on school grounds?' Because that's what I would have said. Please tell me you aren't an English teacher," Grantaire said and laughed, nudging Jehan. "Look, her face turned red!"

The teacher stormed over to them and Grantaire leaned close to Jehan. "Do you think she wants one?" He whispered and Jehan laughed.

"Maybe."

She grabbed them by their ears and lead them to the principals office.

***

Grantaire walked into his house, wincing when he heard his mothers shrill voice. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm coming home from school. . ." He mumbled.

He heard loud footsteps and gulped, cringing when his dad appeared at the foot of the stairs. "We hear nothing from you for two weeks and you walk in like you fucking own this house!" his dad yelled and connected his fist with Grantaire's stomach. 

Grantaire keeled over, looking up at his dad. "I just came to get some stuff-" Grantaire gasped as a wave of pain hit him. 

He coughed and saw spots of blood on the floor. "Two days ago we see you with that- that tranny, and then this new girl?" his mom shrieked and he stood up. 

"Jehan is not transgender and Enjolras is not a girl," he stated calmly. 

"Don't you dare talk back to your mother!" his dad roared. 

"Don't you dare talk about my friends like that!" Grantaire retorted and felt a crack in his neck, slamming against the wall. Two hands grabbed his neck and squeezed. 

He struggled for air and pulled his knee up sharply, kicking his dad in the balls. His dad stumbled back and he ran for the phone, dialing 911. "911, what's your emergency?"

"H-help. My parents are trying to kill me. M-my address is 81-" the phone was knocked out of his hand and he groaned. "Combeferre!" he yelled, remembering that his friend worked at the hospital and would tell Enjolras, who knew where he lived. 

The hands squeezed his neck again and he struggled to get free, gasping for air. In the distance he heard sirens. His vision blurred and his world became red, red, black. 

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, I wanted to end it here.