Fey

Summary: A teacher is a role model. A role model isn't supposed to be on drugs, running after a prostitute. Reid/OC and one-sided Kate/OC

The storyline all-together has three parts.

Fey- First part, told in Seth's POV (Updated on Monday's)
Fey: Puerile- The second part, told in Hazel's POV, and Rein's POV. (Updated on Tuesday's)
Fey: Puerile: Chronic- Third part, told in Scarlett's POV. (Updated on Wednesday)

Chapter One: I Miss You: (Brown met Green)

Corner of Fremont street, and Landenberg Road: 9: 14 P.M.

She had a black, leather trench coat, wrapped around her slim waist, a cigarette resting lightly in between her plump, cherry colored lips. Under that coat, a gentlemen attracting outfit, that I myself, had to say, hugged her breasts well. Leaning against the cold brick wall, I let out a small sigh, watching the little cloud come from my mouth, appear and disappear within a second.

"Not a very busy night," I heard the woman next to her say.

"Not a busy night, at all," The woman I had been watching answered. Her voice was different, hoarse, from both cold and smoke.

"I wonder if that man is going to come over here or not," The first woman spoke, raising her voice a little higher, obviously wanting to grab my attention.

My brown eyes met her distant green ones. Her small gasp confirmed my disguise had been seen through.

"Never," she answered the other woman.

Her statements have never sounded more true. I wouldn't—no; I couldn't ever bring myself to force her to accompany me.

I pulled my hat down a little farther over my face, before walking to my car. I caught a whiff of her scent, before entering the vehicle. She smelled like drugs. Drugs and sex.

I started my car and drove off to my small one room apartment. Upon arriving there I noted a few obvious turn offs. If I was to ever bring a lady home, she would leave in an instant. The numerous amounts of empty beer bottles would have to make it in the top of my mental list. That, and the cigarette cartons sprawled about.

My eyes darted to messy stack of papers on the thing that improvised as my kitchen table. They were student papers. "Shit…" I muttered to myself. I would have to find time to grade those, someday.

I sat down on my shabby, green couch, and picked up a cigarette off the floor that seemed straight enough. Grabbing the lighter in between couch cushions, I could hear laughter outside. Laughter and splattering. The laughter had stopped for a second, before yelling took its place.

I put the cigarette in my mouth, before lighting it. Just as I started to get comfortable, there was a knock at my door. I forced my body to stand, and trudged over to the seemingly large wooden plank that was my so-called door. Opening it, I saw a familiar face.

"Hazel?" I asked.

The woman smiled, "Hey…"

I gave off a halfhearted smile, "What brings you here so late?"

"Well, you weren't in your classroom today, I was wondering what happened?"

I lowered my gaze, "Nothing…I just didn't want to go to work today, and that's all,"

I could hear her sigh, "Seth…"

I gulped.

"You need to get over Scar—"

"Don't say it," I interrupted.

She gave off another sigh, "I'll see you in the school tomorrow, okay?"

I nodded my head slowly, and closed the door once she walked a little ways away.

My left hand pulled the cigarette into my mouth once more. Inhaling the toxin, I started to think about her again. The way she used to be. Cheerful, helpful…full of life. When did that all change?

I remembered one assignment we had to do in high school, "Whats does love mean to you?" I turned in a blank paper.

"What is this supposed to be, Mr. Parr?" I remember him asking me.

"…My assignment," I answered him.

"Care to elaborate?" His short interrogation began.

"Love means nothing to me," I stated simply, walking back to my seat.

After school, I had come home to find out my parents were informed of my thoughts of love being meaningless. You know who they told? They told her.

"Seth…" She said, her voice sounding soft, and bittersweet.

"Don't you…don't you love me?"

My eyes tightened remembering those words. Those words…were the last words she had ever said to me. It was obvious we were broken up after that small incident. I don't blame her for braking up with me anymore, but back then I did. I was on drugs, and constantly pushed away her help. The only thing that kept her going was my love for her, and when that faded, our relationship did too.

I gave a small glare towards the stack of assignments; the literature teacher gave me to grade. It was the exact same assignment that had brought her life to ruin and my words to blame.

I picked up the paper on the top of the pile, which belonged to Reid Garwin.

Love is stupid, who needs it if you get the same reward from one-night-stands?

I crumpled the paper within my right hand, and threw it against the wall. Idiots, they know nothing of love, just like I knew nothing of love until she left.

Until Scarlett left…

I miss you, I miss you

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always…

"I miss you" Blink 182

End of Chapter One

Read and Review. (I promise, there will be more parts for the Sons of Ipswich to come. Remember, look for Fey:Puerile to get Hazel's (And Rein's, who will be introduced soon enough) POV, and Fey:Puerile:Chronic, to get Scarlette's POV.