Enjolras should have realized that the kids would try to figure it out. Turns out high school students have nothing better to do than investigate their teachers love lives.
It started with a few lovesick students who thought that they might have a chance with the scarily-hot political science teacher before their friends crushed their dreams by pointing out that Enjolras was both out of their league and probably taken.
From then on, it became his students’ mission to find out if Enjolras was dating anyone. It hadn’t taken Enjolras long to realize that his students were weird, but this was reaching a whole new level.
Someone overheard (eavesdropped on) Enjolras talking on the phone before school and heard him sign off with “I love you,” which was damning enough to launch an investigation into WHO it was that Enjolras loved.
Mr. Combeferre frowned and shook his head when the kids questioned him. “I’m not going to spill my friend’s secrets. Now run along,” he had said, but one of the kids noticed the edge of a smile on his lips.
Mr. Courfeyrac just laughed when he was asked. “You know who you should ask about this? R. You should ask Grantaire about this.”
Most of the other teachers seemed to agree. There was nothing left to do but go to Enjolras’s sworn enemy.
The art teacher nearly fell out of his chair when his students asked him who Enjolras was dating. “That’s a fantastic question. Who could that ice-cold, pretentious asshole possibly date?”
“Probably someone as beautiful and emotionally cut-off as he is,” one of the kids said wistfully.
“She probably killed her pet goat when she was seven for sustenance and didn’t shed a tear.”
“That’s honestly the only logical possibility,” Grantaire agreed.
The rest of Grantaire’s class for the day turned into character design of Enjolras’s alleged lover. After that, most of the kids resigned themselves to never solving the mystery.
After school, Grantaire went to Enjolras’s classroom. “Were you aware that your wife killed her family pet as a child so that she wouldn’t starve to death?”
“Oh really?” Enjolras said. “I was told that she was a Russian spy.”
Grantaire wrapped his arms around Enjolras’s waist. “Maybe she’s both,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Enjolras’s lips.
They didn’t notice the student standing at the door. The school went wild.