"Truant"
It's another day of class. The middle-age man silently takes attendance as his carefree students chatter about. He matches each body with the seating chart and marks it. There's just a single empty chair. Jesse Pinkman. Him, again? Always, there's the troubled one that needs extra focus. Walt wonders while he strokes the stubble on his chin. That makes two days in a row. Soon, out of curiosity and suspicion he finds himself digging out Pinkman's file for a number to call. A quick glance at the kids shows Walt they're just fine without his attention. Something is compelling him to try and contact the parents or maybe Jesse; even, if it's normally the office's job.
He plays around with the idea in his head and looks over the information. He makes up his mind.
Walt clears his throat louder than necessary. "Ladies and Gentlemen, excuse me, I will be right back. Please, act civilized."
He hears someone mimic a fart sound while he slips out the door with his cell phone.
X
Jesse re-packs his bowl with the green stuff, lights it and takes a huge hit. The house phone starts ringing; he answers without hesitation assuming it was his friend.
He coughs up some strong, heavy coughs from the smoke inhalation into his end before talking. "Yo, bitch, why didn't cha call my cell?! Better hurry or you ain't gettin' any."
Walter fumbles his phone, "Jesse?" Ultimately, he'd expected the answering machine over the culprit himself.
"...Oh, my god, Mr. White..." It clicks; Jesse recognizes the voice of his teacher. Whatever buzz he had going a chill pierced through.
"...Yes. Why are you not in school?"
"...Man, this totally isn't weird or stalker-ish, like, at all." Jesse sneers.
Walt sighs and urges, "Let's hear it."
The teen groans reluctantly, "Come on, I'm sick." He coughs up a hocker and spits it in the sink for added measure. "Why else? I already called in."
He doesn't believe this, "No, you can't do that yourself. A guardian has to." Since Walter has got him he presses for more. "What's going on, Jes—"
"—Look, dude, I'll have a note tomorrow. Go back to teaching, Mr. White. Don't miss me too hard." Jesse teases before disconnecting.
Inhale. Puffs of smoke spout from his parted lips with the force of his laughter.
Faggot-ass, Mr. White, I can't fucking wait til I don't have to see you anymore.
X
The chemistry teacher is a little embarrassed but overall pissed at the disrespect. To hell with it. See if I care what messes he gets in.