In March I did a giveaway and then my life went crazy and I haven’t been able to complete anything this until recently so this one if @cx-shhhh‘s which will be split into chapters because the idea spiraled. @my-mirror-years-ago, yours will be posted no later than 11pm EST (hopefully). Now without further adiu, the first chapter of Stuck Together
Stuck Together:
Chapter 1
The first day of school was always a pain for Enjolras. He was the AP Greek Mythology teacher as well as the US I history teacher. He could never remember names and he hated going over the same things over and over and over. This year, he had three honors classes, two on-grade, and his AP Myth course so hopefully it wouldn’t be too painful. He got in earlier than he wanted and went to the culinary room to make coffee. He met Courfeyrac and Combeferre, the theater arts and a science teacher respectively.
“Morning,” Enjolras mumbled tiredly as he sipped his severally sweetened beverage. Courfeyrac (who had an impressive sunburn) beamed happily at him.
“Good morning, you ray of sunshine,” he teased. “Guess what happened over break?” Enjolras raised an eyebrow at the couple and Combeferre grinned bashfully as he showed him his hand.
“I was so scared when I asked him I thought I was going to have a heart attack,” Courfeyrac laughed as he sat next to Enjolras.
“I was always going to say yes!” Combeferre laughed as he sat down too. “Of course you had to ask an hour before we had to be at the airport. Thank god there was a layover.” Enjolras rolled his eyes fondly.
“You guys are idiots,” he teased and Courfeyrac shoved him playfully.
“What about you? What did you do over the summer?” he asked.
“I found a new apartment that’s closer,” he shrugged. “To be honest, that’s probably the most exciting thing that happened.” Courferyac was about to say more but the first bell rang and they all groaned.
“May the odds be ever in your favor,” Courfeyrac sighed and kissed Combeferre’s cheek before getting up and going across the hall to the auditorium. Enjolras sighed and got up, still holding his half full mug.
“I’ll see you later, Ferre,” he smiled a bit and grabbed his bag as he started to his classroom. His classroom was the only history classroom on the first floor. The high school was laid out with the arts rooms, the gym, the auditorium, and the cafeteria on the first floor and the “core classes” (english, math, science, and history) on the second. Enjolras’ classroom was on the first only because his first year at the school was the same year as the biggest hurricane in the town in years and his classroom was completely flooded. He was moved to the only opened one, which just happened to be the old graphic arts room, and it stuck. He has been at the school for four years, his first freshman class was now the senior class. In the four years he was there, he enlisted his students to help decorate. The room was barely a step above a garage. The graphics art room needed the space and had plenty of posters and tee shirts to decorate the walls and the auto shop class that was there before that obviously had plenty to fill the space. Enjolras’ US history class and Greek Mythology class did not. Over the years, he’s hung up various projects his students have made and decorated with random stuff he’s found. Over the summer, he had to hang sheets and plastic over everything rather than taking it down. When he got to his classroom, he found boxes in the doorway.
“Is someone taking over Lamarque’s class?” he asked Cosette, the chorus teacher who was in the room across from him.
“You didn’t hear? It was a whole mess over the summer and he resigned. They had to scramble to find a replacement,” Cosette explained as she put decals on her door. Enjolras winced in sympathy and nodded.
“Well, how bad could they be?” he half joked as he went into his classroom. It took almost a full hour to get his class ready for his first class of the day. Next door, he heard the new teacher very loudly rearranging the room. He tried to just focus on learning the names of his first class when the bell rang and students started flooding in. Enjolras started to copy down the beginning of the year information on the board when out of the blue, blaring AC/DC came from the neighboring room making Enjolras and a number of his students jump. Enjolras gave the terrified freshman a reassuring smile and knocked on the wall, hoping that would get him to turn it down. When that didn’t work, he tried again but more aggressively. He heard some of the students snickering but he was honestly too tired to care.
“One minute. Everyone sign into the google classroom code on the board,” he instructed and went into the hallway and banged on the door.
“It’s open!” A gruff voice called and Enjolras shook his head in annoyance. He opened the door and found the art room completely bare of all the old paints Lamarque had up and his heart twinged a bit at the sight. The new teacher was standing on a chair that was on top of one of the tables. Enjolras huffed and went over to the desktop and xed out the music tab. The other man turned around when the music was shut off and glared at him.
“Do you mind?” he huffed as he climbed down from his tower.
“Do I mind?” Enjolras snapped. “I couldn’t even teach my class over the noise! They’re all freshmen and I have shit I need to get through-”
“Hey, watch the language there, Mrs. Frizzle,” the other teacher teased and Enjolras huffed, crossing his arms.
“Can you at least turn it down until my class is out?” he asked, trying to stay civil.
“Why? I mean what can you honestly learn on the first day? All my classes are just going to the library,” he challenged.
“It’s an important part of learning who the students are and how they learn!” he protested. “And since you obviously don’t have any responsibilities today why do you come and sit, silently, in the back of my class to see how important the first day actually is,” he proposed. The other man thought about it for a minute and shrugged.
“Why not. Lead the way, Apollo,” he agreed. Enjolras glared at him and went back into his room through the adjoining door. The new teacher followed him and took a seat in the back. Enjolras regained his composure and smiled at his class.
“Well, welcome to my class. I’m the one history teacher in the arts wing so there are quite a few unique things about this class but I’ll get into that tomorrow. Today, I’m going to hand out get-to-know-you sheets and I’ll answer any and all questions you have about the school,” he explained as he pulled out the papers and passed them out, even giving one to Grantaire. The sheet had a few regular ice breaker questions and some serious ones.
After a few minutes, the kids started to get more comfortable with Enjolras and asked a few questions about the school that Enjolras was luckily able to answer. Finally the bell rang and all the students got up, gathering their bags.
“Leave your papers on my desk and the only homework tonight is to join the google classroom and make sure you have a three subject notebook for this class,” he told them as they left. After all the other students left, the new art teacher santured up to the desk and dropped his paper on the pile.
“Well I should probably go back to cleaning up my classroom but I’ll see you around Apollo,” he smiled and went back through the classroom door. Enjolras couldn’t help but stare at him before he grabbed the paper and looked over it.
Enjolras couldn’t help but smiled as he read the paper. His next class was starting to come in and Enjolras scribbled a note out as the bell rang. He gave his welcome spiel again and then handed out the papers again.
“And can someone run this next door to Mr. Grantaire?” he asked and instantly, at least five hands shot up. Enjolras chose the first one he saw and handed her the note. He smiled to himself as he started reading over the other papers.
*completely ignores canon* Idk, maybe a different meeting AU? 🤔 instead of Marius seeing Cosette on the street maybe Valjean sees Javert? I want to write something like this tbh. 🙃
Huge congrats to Australian cast members Hayden and Patrice. Hayden Tee will be joining the Broadway company as Javert from February. And Patrice Tipoki will be joining the West End company from February to May, then will rejoin the Australian company on Singapore.
