Jesse sat at the desk at the back of the classroom with his head down, sleeping hard as the rest of the class learned chemistry. He did this almost every day; he came into his first period chemistry class and went straight to sleep, waking up just in time to switch classes.

Mr. White passed back the tests the students had taken the previous class, sighing as he came to Jesse's test and noticed that he was sleeping during his class once again. "Alright class, most of you did fairly well on this test, and those of you who didn't I will be expecting you to either stop by and see me for help or get help some other way," he announced.

The bell rang soon after Mr. White had finished speaking to the class. He watched as his students frantically rushed out the door and noisily merged into the crowded hallway. He looked at Jesse, still sleeping on the desk, and let out another big sigh.

He sat down at the desk in front of Jesse, facing him. He gave him a stern look. "Jesse, wake up," he ordered with a strong voice.

Jesse slowly opened his eyelids, regaining his focus as he looked drowsily at Mr. White. He started to roll his eyes but quickly noticed that he was the only other person in the room, and that Mr. White was staring solely at him. "What?" Jesse huffed in annoyance.

"What? That's all you have to say for yourself? You slept through that entire lesson. Not to mention that you completely failed that test from last class," he lectured, his voice gradually becoming louder with each word.

Jesse swallowed hard. "I'm tired," he answered gruffly. "Besides, it's not like I need this class or anything."

Mr. White lightly slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Unbelievable," he said with an obvious irritation to his voice. He walked over to his desk and opened up the top drawer. "I'm gonna have to give you a detention, Mr. Pinkman."

Jesse waited until he wasn't looking and rolled his eyes again. He had been in detention so many times that it was nothing to him anymore. In fact, he was saving all of his detention slips and found it amusing as the number got higher.

Jesse stood up and walked over to the desk, watching as Mr. White finished writing on the detention slip. Mr. White signed the slip and handed it to Jesse, giving him a hard look as he did so. Jesse walked out of the room without either of them saying another word, and as he made his way down to the other end of the hallway he read the slip. "Sleeping during class multiple times." he smirked. This was going to be a long rest of the year.


Jesse sat in the back of his math class, impatiently waiting for the bell to ring so he could leave. He repeatedly tapped his pencil against his desk, creating a drumbeat-like noise.

Badger looked over at him and tapped his pencil against his desk too, trying to imitate the same beat that Jesse was making.

They laughed a little bit, making beatboxing sounds along with the sounds from their pencils.

Carla, a girl with curly brown hair and glasses, turned around and glared at the two. "Some of us are actually trying to learn, you know," she snarled and turn back around.

"Some of us are trying to learn," Badger repeated her as he quietly mocked. Him and Jesse both laughed again.

"Yo, you should come by my house after school, me and Pete are gonna smoke some and watch Babylon 5," Badger told Jesse.

"Man I wish I could, but I've got detention," he answered.

Badger rolled his eyes. "Skip it," he said with a shrug. "I do it all the time."

Jesse raised his eyebrows slightly. "For real?"

Badger answered with an immediate nod. "Yeah, they don't even take attendance all the time. And when they do, all they do is tell you to come next time," Badger added with a small laugh.

"Alright yo, I'll be there then," Jesse confirmed, raising his fist to give Badger a fist bump.

The bell rang and he and Badger practically leaped out of their seats and out of the classroom, eager to get out of school and over to Badger's house. Jesse led the way, making sure to not cross in front of Mr. White's classroom, and they walked out of the building to meet Pete near the front entrance.

"Yo, what's up Jess?" Pete asked with a slight smile as he patted Jesse's back.

"He's supposed to be in detention," Badger said with a laugh, answering before Jesse could.

"Ah man," Pete responded with a slow, raspy voice. "From who?"

"White, the chemistry teacher," Jesse answered. "I swear he hates my guts," he snickered.

They walked to Badger's house four blocks away and joked with each other along the way. Jesse developed small butterflies in his stomach as he thought about how he had skipped detention. Was he going to get caught? Would he get in trouble? He also felt a tiny rush of exhilaration. He decided that it didn't matter at all if he got caught or if he got in trouble for skipping. He felt like he was turning into a new person almost; a brave, fearless, rebellious person.