COLD-HEARTED

[A/N]

s/c - skin color

h/l - hair length

h/c - hair color

e/c - eye color

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Y/N POV

I groaned as I opened my hand and saw the shortest straw in my s/c palm. Today a few of Les Amis were handing out leaflets on the revolution in hopes of grabbing the attention of a few people willing to help. Enjolras was always handing out leaflets on days like these, and the rest of Les Amis drew straws to see who would have to suffer through it with him. Especially on chilly days like this, nobody wanted to volunteer.

Enjolras and I had always had a rocky history. Seeing as I was Grantaire's best friend and we always made fun of his speeches, it was a given. I wasn't too fond of him either. He was too uptight. We had never really talked before, but one day he just decided he hated me and it seemed as though the only thing I could do was hate him back.

Shoving the shortest straw into my pocket, I looked over at Grantaire who only laughed at my agony. I rolled my eyes and pushed through the door. Enjolras was stood on the pavement outside, flipping through his leaflets to make sure everything was exactly right. I groaned at his perfectionism, and he whipped around. "Oh, y/n. I didn't see you there," he said dryly, obviously disappointed that it was me.

"Let's just get this over with," I said, hugging my blouse closer to my body. I had forgotten my coat at home, and on the worst possible day, too. Icicles dripped down from the gabled roof of the café. Snow turned gray from dirt crunched under my boots and the sky was cloudy and dark.

We had been sitting in the snow for a good thirty minutes in silence. Nobody was on the streets on such a cold day. 

I could feel the resentment in the air, and I got to wondering how this all began. I couldn't pinpoint the exact day, but I figured it was a few months or so. Before then, I had been sort of indifferent to him, and though I hated to admit it, I admired him a bit. His porcelain features that seemed almost God-like. His curly golden hair and how charming he was had always entranced me, but then I started noticing him watching me. Whenever I'd catch him, he'd start glaring at me.

At first, it was just little things like that, but as time went on, he and I would get into petty little fights, and every time he said something, I always had a snide remark. It annoyed him so much and I always thought it was hilarious. I could tell everyone was getting tired of our fighting, but I wasn't going to give up this fight.

ENJOLRAS POV

I snuck a glance over at y/n, sat on the curb. Her shoulders shivered slightly and I notice that she didn't have a coat, but of course, she was too proud to ask someone inside to borrow theirs. She was always too proud to do anything with the help of others.

I slowly sat down next to her, and she looked over her shoulder, slightly surprised. I kept my eyes trained on the empty street. And so there we were, sitting on the curb on a cold, snowy day. I reflected back on the day this petty feud started.

It was maybe a few months ago. She and Grantaire had been sitting in the corner, as always. y/n had always intrigued me. Maybe it was her wit, or her h/l h/c hair, or her sense of humor, but I'd find myself staring at her during speeches.

It didn't take long for me to realize that I couldn't afford to have a silly schoolboy crush. The revolution was coming, and I was carrying the weight of it on my shoulders. From then on, when she caught me staring at her, I gave her a sharp glare and snapped my head away. It was her fault for getting me all distracted. It was her fault that whenever I tried to focus on writing speeches for meetings to come, she seemed to be the only thing stuck on my mind.

When she started retaliating, I was almost glad that this had happened. Seeing how much she despised me made me understand how different we really were. She never would've returned my feelings.

Y/N POV

I snuck a glance over at Enjolras but shrugged the gesture off. It wasn't a crime for him to sit next to me, and I didn't have the energy to pick a fight with him. I was only focused on rubbing my arms, trying to create some sort of heat.

Suddenly, I heard shifting next to me and felt something heavy wrap around my shoulders. I looked over at Enjolras and watched him secure his crimson red coat around me. He kept his eyes locked on the coat, refusing to look at me.

He gently pulled away his sapphire eyes meeting my e/c ones. I laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. "Do you do this with all the girls?" I asked, pulling it closer to my body. It smelled like him — it was a crisp, sharp vanilla smell.

He laughed slightly, smiling. His lips parted to show his perfectly white teeth. My stomach did a little flip. 'Oh, God, he's cute,' I thought.

"Don't get too comfortable. I only did it because I don't want you to freeze."

GRANTAIRE POV

I stared out the foggy window with the rest of Les Amis, watching Enjolras and y/n. I looked over at Combeferre. "Nice thinking with rigging the straws."

Combeferre simply smirked and watched the two.

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