Of Us - Chapter 1 - Fezho - Euphoria (TV 2019) [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

Fezco has to go to a parent/guardian meeting at Ash’s school, and he really doesn’t want to. Ash has had some problems with fights but does well in his classes.

But then Fez meets Ash’s English teacher, Miss Lexi Howard and….well being dragged into school doesn’t seem like a bad thing anymore.

fezco | nsfw alphabet

࿐ ˚ . ✦ warning(s): definitely +18. this one is nasty. [my english is a warning on its own, as always]

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

• Fez is the GOD of aftercare. He is so sweet, no matter what. If you want a bath, he’ll get it ready for you, if you wanna eat, he’ll order something and take it to you, so you don’t have to move.
• If all you want are cuddles, then he’s down for it. He really loves to hold you in between his arms, caressing your skin and whispering how good you were and how much he loves you.
• If he didn’t love the sex so much, aftercare would probably be his favorite part.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• Ask him this and it will legit take him hours to answer. Fez wouldn’t be able to choose just one thing about you because in his eyes you’re flawless. Utterly gorgeous. He loves all of you.
• His favorite part of himself… he’d have to say his hands. They bring you so much pleasure, and he uses them to keep you safe. It sounds odd, but it makes perfect sense to him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

• He is pretty responsible, let’s state that. He knows that getting you pregnant is literally the last thing you two need at the moment, so normally he’d use a condom.
• And even if you happen to be in the pill, he doesn’t like to take much risks, he may cum inside you once or twice, but most of the time he does it on your chest, your thighs, your back, or your mouth. It’s hotter that way.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

• Since you two are really secretive about your affairs, he can’t help but wonder how thrilling it would be to fuck in a place where you can get caught.
• He’ll never admit that, though, he respects you too much to put you out in the open like that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

• Fez hasn’t really had the time to go fucking around and having lots of sex, but he knows enough to have you moaning his name.
• Still, he’s a quick learner, it didn’t take him long to pick up on what you liked and get really good on it.
• Like really, really good at it. Fez has positively ruined you for other men.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

• Any position that lets him look at your face while he fucks you, it feels more intimate, and yes, it does wonders for his dick to see your eyes rolling to the back of your head while he thrusts into you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

• Fezco being Fezco will definitely say a funny thing or two, but wouldn’t turn the whole thing into a joke though. He likes the intimacy of it, it’s very important for him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

• Being honest, he doesn’t really care. He’ll trim it just so it won’t bother you.
• He has no problem with body hair. It’s natural. He likes natural. So all it matters to him is that you’re comfortable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

• Your lives can be pretty hectic at times, so when you are having sex is one of the few moments where you two are completely alone and able to enjoy each other’s company. So it is a pretty big deal to both.
• He’s not sweet to the point you cringe, but he is sweet enough to have you blushing the entire time.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

• He’s never had much time to do it. Before he met you he did it to blow off some steam and relax after a long day.
• He doesn’t do it so often now that he’s with you, he knows that if he’s ever in the mood, you’ll welcome him with open arms. Or legs, for that matter.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Fez is kinky, but not too much, y’know? He doesn’t consider himself a freak, but he does have some kinks he’s afraid to voice in case you get too freaked out.
• He’s into praise, both giving and receiving. It makes him feel even better when he knows you like what he’s doing to you.
• And on a more… kinky side, he’s slightly into overstimulation or orgasm denial, having complete control of your pleasure drives him crazy. Marking your body with hickeys, also a bit of bondage, but that one is reserved for when you’ve been teasing him for too long.
• And for sure, he can really turn into a teasing bastard when he combines bondage with orgasm denial, to then switch to overstimulation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

• No matter what, his bedroom or yours will always be god tier to him, nothing compares to the comfort and privacy you have there; it allows him to truly do whatever he wants to you, to not hold back.
• But if the urge presents, he’s willing to fuck in other places too, like his car, a bathroom during a party, an empty room in the store if things are really heated. May Ash forgive him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

• It’s not hard to turn Fez on. It goes from little things like biting your lip, to doing a whole show, like striptease.
• Simple things get him going, like knowing you want him as badly as he does. Seeing you wearing his clothes.
• Also, knee socks really do it for him, especially when you’re wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of knee socks.
• But truth? The one thing that will make him give in no matter the situation, is neck kisses. Fez lives for neck kisses, those are his kryptonite.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Sharing. He really, really doesn’t like to share, especially not you. It doesn’t matter if it’s a man or a woman, the answer is still no. You’re all his, he’s all yours. That’s the end of it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

• Fez loves to receive, but more than anything he loves to give. He’s simply a giver and that’s it.
• If it were up to him, he’d spent the rest of his life between your thighs, making you cum again, and again, and again, until all that leaves your mouth is his name.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

• It depends a lot of the mood and the type of sex.
• If he’s making love to you, then he’d be slow and deep, whispering softly how much he loves you and how good you make him feel, caressing your skin.
• If it’s jealous/angry sex, then he’d be rough most of the time, pounding you to the mattress or whatever surface you’re on, while reminding you you’re his and his only, marking your body with little love bites and hickeys.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

• He’d rather have his time with you to do things right, but if the opportunity presents, Fez will never turn down a quickie. At least not when it’s on a decent moment.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

• He’s willing to experiment as long as you’re not at risk, if it involves harming you, he’s not really down for it unless you promise you’re completely okay with it.
• And yeah, for you, he’s willing to experiment. Who knows? Maybe you’ll discover new kinks together.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

• Fez will last for two rounds, three when he’s feeling restless. But do not worry, those two rounds will last a loooong time, rest assured, you’ll be completely worn out & satisfied by the time he’s done with you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

• He doesn’t own any, but if you do, then he’d be down to use them only with the purpose of teasing the life out of you, but he’d never, ever let you cum because of them.
• He’d tease you until you’re begging for release, and he’d help you finish by burying himself deep inside you and finishing the job himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• As calm and innocent as Fez looks, he can be such a teasing little shit. He knows exactly what to say, where to touch you and what to do to get you turned on. And all while pretending to be oblivious to what he’s doing to you.
• If you’re into that, then he can tease you until your begging for him to fuck you senseless.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

• He’s not loud. But he’d whisper things in your ear, whether it’s praise or dirty talk, and would often let out a groan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

• Fezco has like… the dirtiestmouthever. The first time he talked dirty to you, you genuinely let out a gasp, getting caught off guard.
• And ever since that moment, Fez knew dirty talk got you going, and oh boy, doesn’t he enjoy making you blush and wet your panties left and right.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

• He’s a good 7.5 inches, which is really impressive. He doesn’t really like to brag about it though, he’s the type of guy that only smirks when asked.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

• It’s pretty high, there’s no point in lying. There’s days where he wakes up and the only thing he can think about is fucking you.
• And even on normal days, the thought of having sex with you is on his mind at all times. After all, he’s still young and his hormones are all over the place.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• He never falls asleep before you do, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable and happy before sleeping, and mostly, watching you asleep in between his arms—most of the times with your head against his chest—, is what eventually lulls him to sleep.

Chapter Nine: I Got You, Babe

You came in swinging like Apollo,
I’ll be feeling it tomorrow,
No, I ain’t seeing straight, hyperventilate,
Knees begin to wobble, you cut my breaks and hit the throttle,
I couldn’t stop it if I wanted,
Just your silhouette makes me break a sweat,
I’m in trouble.

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters:Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 2,540

Chapter Warnings: References to drug use, references to past threatened sexual assault, swearing, talks of guns, Rue being manic

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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You sat across the room from Rue, watching her as her eyes darted around, often hovering over Fez’s grandma as if she expected the woman to turn her head and stare back.

Your leg bounced as you thought of the man in the next room. He was what you’d always imagined a drug dealer to be like. Pushy, threatening, and hard.

Sure, your old dealer wasn’t anywhere near as bad. He didn’t push drugs, but he definitely wasn’t to be fucked with, and although he was much less creepy than Mouse, you knew that he didn’t only take monetary payments. If you were pretty enough, he’d let you suck his dick for a bump of cocaine. He was intimidating and seedy, and ready to stab a bitch for looking at him the wrong way, but still… He was a legion above Mouse.

Fezwas the real anomaly.

Deciding that you needed to keep your shaking hands busy, you began to re-dress Fez’s Grandma before Rue spoke in a hushed whisper,

“Yo, what are you doing here anyway?”

You tried to shush her, not wanting Mouse to hear either of you. You’d experienced the guy once, you weren’t looking for a reunion any time soon. But your own curiosity prevailed;

“What are you doing here?”

Rue watched you for a moment, before shrugging, “Just needed Fez’s help for something. But he said no so… Don’t matter.”

You both remained in silence for a little while longer before you noticed Rue’s eyes squint, looking over towards the small bed tray. It wasn’t until further inspection that you noticed what exactly she was staring at.

Marie’s pills.

Watching her closely, you were ready to intervene if necessary. You’d done a lot of fucked up shit for drugs, but stealing them from an old lady wasn’t on your list.

“Rue, don’t even fucking think about it,” you warned, watching as her chest began to rise and fall much quicker than before. It took you a moment to realize she’d stood up, but instead of making her way towards the pills, she slipped out of the room instead. 

Mumbling under your breath, you quietly followed after her, but she was already making her way towards the exit.

“Even if I wanted all this shit, bruh, I don’t got the money for all this man.”

Watching as Rue quietly crept across the hallway, thankfully out of sight of Mouse and Custer, your eyes fell on the bags upon bags of pills, spread out on the coffee table.

“Ten percent on the vig, and I’ll collect in a month.”

“I’m not tryin’ to do all that shit, man.” Fez was visibly uncomfortable, his eyes meeting Rue’s across the room.

Mouse laughed, shaking his head, “I ain’t asking, bruh. Step yo shit up.”

Fez rubbed his head, thankful Rue had managed to get out completely undetected. You stood on the other side of the hallway. 

Mouse could sense Fez’s uneasiness, almost thriving off it, “Your bitch here? Maybe it should be her I’m talkin’ too-”

Fez’s eyes darted towards you, watching as you slunk back into the shadows more, slowly stepping back into his Grandma’s room in hopes of staying hidden.

“Nah, she ain’t here.”

Mouse rubbed his hand over his thigh, looking down at the couch where he’d last sat, you sprawled out across it, high as a kite, “Shame. Maybe she could take some off your hands. I’d be willin’ to give her a few payment options-”

“A month, right?” Trying to steer the conversation back on topic and away from you, Fez looked back down to the mountain of pills. No amount of teenage house parties would move this shit.

Fez barely waited for the door to shut before he was making his way back to his Grandma’s room.

If he was honest, Fez walked into that room ready to lose his shit. He’d told you both to stay in there, sit down, and shut the fuck up. And apparently, neither of you could follow that simple instruction. But as he stood in the doorway, he watched as your chest heaved, your shaking hands lay flat against the vanity that housed his Grandma’s perfumes and spare pills.

“Yo, you alright?”

You didn’t respond… Shit, you didn’t have to. The moment a sob escaped your mouth, he knew the answer, “It’s OK, ma. He’s gone.”

Fez slowly made his way towards you, watching you carefully in the vanity mirror. Once he’d reached you, he placed both his hands on your hips, dragging you backward before turning you and pulling you to his chest.

“I ain’t gonna let him do shit to you again, alright? I got'chu.”

One hand held your shoulders, keeping you close to his chest as the other rested against the back of your head. He placed a chaste kiss against your forehead before squeezing you a little tighter. As he looked up, he spotted Ash standing in the doorway, watching with knitted brows.

He fucking hated Mouse too.

Fez had fetched you some towels, allowing you to shower before changing into a pair of his pajamas.   

Your hands were shaking as if your body was still full of adrenaline, and you could still feel your heartbeat in your ears in the silence. One glance in the mirror had confirmed to you that it was obvious you’d spent the majority of the hot shower crying, and you only hoped Fez was polite enough to not mention it.

“You gotta eat somethin’,” He tried, standing in the kitchen against the counter, watching as you stood with folded arms across from him.

“I’m not hungry, Fez.” You could barely make eye contact with him, embarrassment bubbling under the surface of your skin.

He turned, opening a few cupboards and pulling out what he needed, “Just somethin’ small, promise.”

When you didn’t reply, he pulled out two boxes, “You like ‘Lucky Charms’, or 'Captain Crunch’?”

Realizing you wouldn’t win this fight, and maybe a few spoonfuls of sugary cereal would pacify him enough, you shrugged, allowing him to choose for you whilst you made your way to the small table.

He joined you only a few moments later, a bowl in each hand. Taking his place at the table, he gently pushed your bowl towards you and spent the next couple of minutes darting his eyes between his cereal and yourself, trying in vain to covertly make sure you were eating.

After stirring the spoon around the bowl – much more of a time-wasting tactic than anything else – you ate a small mouthful, seemingly satiating him enough to stop watching you every few moments.

“You wanna watch somethin’ on TV, or you tired?” He asked a little while later as he collected the bowls, taking them into the kitchen and placing them in the sink to wash up later.

“I just want to go to bed,” you told him truthfully. You were more than ready for this day to be over.

Once you were settled in his bed, Fez collected a pillow and hesitated in the doorway, your voice stopping him, “Where are you going?”

“Im'a sleep on the couch, I didn’t-”

“I’m not going to put you out, Fez. C'mon.” You pulled back the duvet cover, watching as his glance danced between the comfortable bed, and the hallway, “I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

His eyes returned to you, searching for something. The gentle haze from the hallway light behind him darkened his features, but he watched as they made yours glow. Seemingly finding whatever he was looking for, he closed the bedroom door and made his way back towards the bed. 

The light from outside the window guided him around the room, and you felt the bed dip slightly as he settled himself down next to you.

You were both silent, the only sounds to be heard were your exhaling, and whatever shit Ash was watching on the TV.

“You cold?” he wondered, shifting slightly on the bed to look at your darkened form.

“I can’t stop shaking.” You told him simply, omitting the real reason why.

“I uh, I could – if you want – you know, move closer?” It was endearing how nervous he sounded as if one wrong move would cause you to leap out of the bed and run home bare-footed.

“OK,” you mumbled, turning so your back was towards him. You could feel his body heat before actually feeling him, warming up your goose-pimpled skin.

His arm pushed under the pillow you were resting on as you felt his chest press against your back, arm awkwardly resting over your body as his hand pressed against the mattress. 

Lifting said hand, you linked your fingers before moving it towards your front, resting against your stomach and essentially caging you in against his body.

His body tensed for only a moment, before he released a sigh, allowing his muscles to relax.

In the silence, your felt your eyes drooping slightly, sleep pushing at the corners of your mind.

“You know that time at the store when that Jacobs kid came in? He ain’t been buggin’ you or shit, right?”

His husky voice was taut, making you stiffen slightly. Hoping you could pass it off as him startling you, you shrugged, allowing the hand you were resting on to slither its way under the pillow, meeting his own and playing gently with his fingers,

“What makes you ask?”

“Jus’ remember he was rude, that’s all. I know he’s been causing some trouble for Rue and her friend, jus’ wanted to make sure you was alright.”

Inhaling deeply, you tried to force the threats from the boy down deep, “Did Rue say something to you earlier?”

He was quiet for a moment, trying to determine whether or not he should keep his mouth shut, or just tell you that the girl had told him about Nate making you leave in tears on Halloween, “Nah, I just uh… I was wonderin’, that’s all. I know you was close with his brother and-”

Holy fucking Hell, you wanted to throw up.

“It’s not like that, Fez.” You rolled over to face him, just about able to make his features out in the dark. Your fingers had unlinked, but he kept them over your hip, gently resting there, “Aaron was just… what it was. We don’t really speak now. And everything is fine with Nate. He’s a colossal dick, but it seems like a hereditary thing. Really, I’m good.”

His somber eyes observed you for a moment before he nodded and released a sigh, “OK.”

The uncertainty in his voice made you a little nervous, and you could only pray that Rue had kept her mouth shut. The last thing you needed was word getting back to Nate that you were shit-talking him. Not with the secrets that he held.

A strained exhale forced its way from your lungs, and you found your hands involuntarily shaking once more. Thankfully, it had distracted Fez enough, his dubious eyes softening as his hand wrapped around you tighter, a warm hand pressing against the middle of your back.

You tried to control your breathing, squeezing your eyes closed as you counted to 10, inhaling deeply. Your forehead felt sweaty, and your body clammy, yet the chill from the rain on the evening you’d first encountered Mouse remained under your skin, bonded into your bones. 

You felt sick with guilt. But not from lying to Fez about Nate, or what he might do had he found out you’d partially told Rue, about Nate’s blackmail, or even about the money Mouse had all but forced Fez to pay to keep you safe…

No, the reason you felt sick to your stomach was that you knew no matter what you did, for the rest of your life, you would never find a high like you had that evening. You’d never find peace like you did when your body had graciously absorbed Fentanyl.

You knew how dangerous that night had been, or at least, you knew how easily you could’ve OD’d. But you also knew with everything going on, if Mouse had offered you it again, you might not have needed his threats to take it. And that scared you.

You’d been searching for highs all of your life. As a child, the world was full of wonder and happiness. You could find it by climbing to the top of a tall tree, going over the bar on a swing set, spinning around and around on a carousel, certain that your fingers would slip off and send you hurtling across the playground.

Those innocent highs were never met as a teenager. They transformed into something darker. Something that always came with repercussions. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to find something as gratifying. Yet, you were willing to chase it, in any small capacity you could find, regardless of the consequence. Like a moth to the flame.

Shuffling yourself closer to his warm body, you placed both hands on his cheeks, gently stroking his beard, “Everything is fine, Fez. Trust me.”

He nodded, unable to deny that your soft hands were soothing his worries as his eyes slowly wandered your face, and as your gaze roamed his own, you realized this was the closest the two of you had ever been. 

“You know I’m here for you, right? Don’t matter what it is, I got'chu.”

Maybe it was the stress and trauma from the day’s events, memories being forced to the forefront of your mind, or the constant, never-ending search for that new high, blackened with guilt and shame. Or maybe it was Fez’s softly whispered words, spoken into the secrecy of the night, but something in that moment changed.

And that was exactly why you lifted your head slightly and pressed your lips delicately against his.

Although tentative and fleeting, you knew that even in years to come, you would still be able to perfectly describe the softness of his cushioned lips, the slight gasp as he inhaled, right before he held his breath. The way you pulled away, just before he was able to reciprocate the kiss.

Watching each other in silence, the moment seemed to last a lifetime, both of you hanging on the other’s move. 

You watched as his tongue grazed against his lips, savoring the taste of you, before a large hand was placed against your jaw, pulling you down and once more connecting your lips, only this time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate, yet still only lasted only a few moments before he pulled back, placing a few stray, chaste pecks to your lips before guiding your head down and placing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“We should get some rest.”

The pang of rejection was sharp but quickly quelled when Fez pulled your body towards his, making you rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat pounding, ready to burst from his chest.

His hand stroked your back, easing you into a deep slumber. Once your breaths evened out and he could tell you were fast asleep, Fez rubbed a hand over his hair, letting out a small sigh.

He was fucked.

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pt 2

“Ah yo, get your shit and get to school.” Fezco mumbled as he glared at Ashtray who was still slumped on the couch with his hood over his face and arms crossed over his chest. 

“I ain’t got to go.” Ash mumbled but he knew better then to start something this early in the morning with his older brother.  

“Ya ain’t gonna be some drop out like me.” Fez so before throwing the kids backpack at him.  Ash grumbled a few curses under his breath before making his way out the door. He didn’t get why he had to go to school, it wasn’t like he was going to go to college. 

You smiled as you finished writing the warm up problems on the black board. The kids started filling up the class with a groan. Math isn’t everyone favorite but you tried to make is as less painful as possible.

You where a new young teacher this school year and didn’t feel like many other senior teachers where on your side about progressive learning. You did you best to help your students but push them as well. 

“Good morning class.” You said smiling leaning against your desk that was in the front of the class room. 

“Midterms are graded, i will pass them out and the end of the period.” You said making a few other student groan. You gave the students option of working in groups or alone for the rest of the period going over the new material that will be covered. 

Just when the bell rang the student quickly made their way out the classroom. Your eyes darted to a certain student.

“Ash can you hang back for a minute?” You asked before he could make his escape. 

“I ain’t do it.” Ash said not knowing what the school was tying to blame him for now. 

“I want to have a parent teacher conference, it’s about your midterm” You said giving him a paper to give to his parent. 

“I ain’t got a parent.” Ash said giving you a glare. It usually worked, teachers mostly left him alone. But you seemed to be up his ass about school. 

“Tomorrow after last period.” You said with a stern voice. Ash just groaned leaving the classroom. 

As soon as he got back home he noticed Fez still at the table sorting. Fez easily could tell something was up with his younger brother. No sly remarks.

“What?” Fez asked not evening looking up. He knew something was on his mind, he basically raised this kid.

“Here” Ash mumbled shoving a paper to Fez. 

“The fuck you do now?” Fez asking looking over the note request for a parent teacher conference. 

And thats hows Fez found himself in the middle school sitting at student desk next to Ash. It’s been years since he’s been in side a school, you couldn’t stop shaking his leg. 

“Sorry bus duty the worst.” You mumbled panicked as you rushed back into your classroom to fin dAsh sitting at a desk with a  man around you age. You weren’t sure what to expect but he wasn’t it, but it was a pleasant surprise. 

“I’m Miss (y/l/n), Ash’s math teacher” You said smiling extending your hand out. Fez seemed to be almost frozen when he noticed you walk in. Your hair was pinned away from you face, a few strands hanging form the long day. Your smile made his inside turn and the shine in your eyes he’s never see before. It was probably brighter then the sun. That and your outfit wasn’t helping him at all. Even with the khaki slacks, black turtle neck and loafers he could see ever curve of you body without you even trying. 

Fez felt like he was getting punked. No way in hell could you be a teacher, he was probably older then you. Fez’s thoughts got interrupted as he felt Ash shove a hard elbow into his side snapping him out of any fantasy he was in.

 “O shit- I’m Fezco” He said quickly as he stood up taking you hand in his. 

“He’s my legal guardian.” Ash mumbled rolling his eyes at his dumb older brother. He just wanted to get this stupid conference over with. 

“i just wanted to talk about Ash’s grades. I know he’s been out of school but he doesn’t turn in any homework or classwork. But heres his midterm.” You said handing over the test to Fez. 

He looked down at the almost perfect score of the math midterm. Fez also was decent at math when he was still in school. 

“I ain’t cheat.” Ash said thinking he knew where this was going. 

“I know. Im just worried that without doing the other work you’ll fail this class. And i know you know understand the material. I just don’t understand why your not turning in your work?” You asked looking at them. 

“I’ll make sure he does his homework.” Fez said looking back in your eyes. He was expecting the worse thinking Ash got suspended again or worse, kicked out. 

“He’s too smart to be held back or get stuck in summer school.” You said before grabbing a packet you made from your desk. 

“This is the missed homework form this year. He if at least gets this done it’ll bump him up to a high C” You said handing Ash the packet. 

“He’ll get is done” Fez said before standing up and nodding towards Ash who followed in suite. 

“It was nice meetin ya.” Fez said giving you a smile and you nodded smiling back at him. 

“You too, And Ash i’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” You said giving them big smiles as you watched them leave out the door. 

“Why you ain’t tell me yo teacher ‘s hot” Fez asked bumping his younger brother as they walked down the hall together. 

“Why does it matter?” Ash said giving Fez a glare.

“When I think of math teacher, I ain’t think of her” Fez said as images of you still lingered in his thoughts. He was far to busy to ever spare a second thought on any girl. Sure there have been hooks up but no one he ever grew attached to. No one ever hunted his thoughts like you did. And he had no idea why.