Disclaimer: AJ and I do not own Les Miserables. Only Victor Hugo does.

AJ's POV

Detention with Mr. Javert is less than fond. That is why my genius brain came up with a plot to escape detention. When we came in, Mr. Javert explains that we would be writing lines. When we went to his desk to get paper, I slyly slid some sleeping pills into his tea. I sat down and start to sketch. Of course I'm not going to write! I use computers for that. Mr. Javert's head hit the desk, which told me that he was asleep.

"OH MY GOD YOU KILLED HIM!" Kaylin yells.

"No I didn't he's just knocked out. Come on then lets go to the Student Council," I told her and drag Kaylin out of the classroom. We got to the hallway our room was in. 

"But we need to write-" Kaylin starts. 

"Kaylin I got that covered, I put fake lines on his desk before we left," I explain. She nods. "Looks like they're practicing Seize The Day again. One of their theme songs," I mutter under my breath. Sudenly, I realize what I have to do. This is going to be fun. I kick the door open at Enjolras' line. "AND THE STRIKE STARTS RIGHT DAMN NOW!" I yell. All eyes land on the two of us. "Sup losers," I casually spoke. Everyone waves.

"I thought you two were in detention?" Courfeyrac asks, puzzled. I roll my eyes and facepalm again. 

"Sleeping pills. We'll need to be back in 55 minutes or else we die tomorrow," I explain. Everyone understands. We get on to conversing about our lives. We do a show and tell and it is my turn. "Well for my show and tell, it's shared with Musichetta. So we'll do it for you guys so sit down in front of the stage," I explain. Everyone obliges. Muschetta and I go backstage as she set up the mics and I got my tambourine.

"It's a cautionary tale of fear and lust and pride based on actual events where people died," Muschetta sang.

"No one died," I reassure everyone, rolling my eyes at my sister. "But would you go so far to be popular and hot would you resist temptation?" I sang.

"No you would not," Muschetta said. "Just admit it....." She sang.

I threw away the tambourine off stage. "Mean is what you are, mean is easier than nice," our voices clashed together. Courfeyrac and Joly were in awe at the pair of us. Cute. 

"And though mean can take you far maybe this will make you think twice," 'Chetta sang solo. She had a really good voice.

"KICK!" I do a kick. "LAYOUT!" I throw my head back. "FOSSE!" I do jazz hands. Everyone starts laughing. I am the queen of sarcasam and comedy.

"This is a cautonary tale. About corruption and betral," 'Chetta sings beautifuly. 

 "And getting hit by a bus," I but in. She smiles at me.

"You can't buy integrity at the mall it's not for sale," Musceitta sang. 

 "Nice," I say.

"Thank you," she grins, winking at me.

"This is a cautonary tale ohhhhh," we belt out. The song finishes. Everyone starts clapping. I look at the time. "Shit ummmm Kaylin we need to go now!!! Mr. Javert is going to wake up in 1 minute. See you on group call guys!" I yell as I drag the girl out of the class. "You were totally staring at Enjolras with lovey-dovey eyes today," I say, smirking.

"Heyyyyy don't say that I only met him today," she mutters. 

"We'll continue this on chat Kaylin see ya later," I say, walking off. You didn't need to be dismissed in detention. You just left.

Kaylin's POV:

I stare at AJ's retreating back in shock. She thinks I'm in love with Enjolras? What the..... I don't get it. Why? I mean, he is pretty handsome. But I'm not in love with him. I can't be. Can I?

Author's Note: And that is the end of the chapter. Yay!!!!