Chapter 2
Walt was awoken by a loud frantic banging at his front door. Groping for his glasses, he got up, and stumbled to the door. Opening it, he saw Jesse, standing there and looking red in the face. Judging by what he was wearing, he had rushed to come and see Walt about something.
"What?" Walt asked through a tired mumble.
"Yo, uh, Mr White, can I come in?" Jesse asked nervously.
Mr. White paused. "Yeah." he eventually said.
Closing the door behind them both, Walter asked, "What is it?"
Jesse turned around and looked at him. "You, uh, you know Skinny Pete?"
"Vaguely, yes."
"Well, uh, he was out selling the blue yesterday, and, uh, he left a pound in his car..." Jesse paused.
"Go on." Walt insisted.
"He, like, left a pound in his car, and he went back to get it, then he saw, that uh, that it had been, like," said Jesse, as his sentence trailed into a mix of "like"s and "uh"s.
"Get to the point." Walt said impatiently.
"Well, uh, it was, stolen..." said Jesse, his sentence fading at the end, as he instantly regretted telling him that.
Walt stood up. "What?" he snapped. "What?!"
"Hey, okay, it's not his fault, some asshole stole it from him whilst he was away selling!" Jesse said, raising his voice.
Walter walked closer. "And you want me to be okay with the fact that a pound of meth I cooked was stolen because one of your pathetic, druggie friends thought it was a good idea to leave it in his car instead of just damn carrying it, a task which he would have no issue doing?"
Jesse pushed Walt back. "Don't ever call him that! He's selling it for you, and only getting, what, twenty dollars a week if he's lucky since half the money he makes goes to your greedy ass?" he yelled, angry.
Walt ignored Jesse's attempt to intimidate him and walked closer again. "Oh, I'm greedy? You're the one who came to me, begging for my own damn cash for your benefit? And then what, a couple of months later, I forget, and I never see the cash again?" Walt was very close to Jesse at this point.
"Back off!" Jesse yelled, shoving Walt back again, but this time, harder, so Walt fell into a chair behind himself.
"Stop acting like a child, all right? Don't throw a tantrum because your magic blue cubes were taken, OK?! You know what? You're an asshole. A lying, backstabbing, asshole!"
Jesse lunged at Walt who reacted by jumping to the side, causing Jesse to land on the chair. Jesse leaped on top of Walt, grabbing him by the shirt and landing a punch of his face. Before he could land another, Walt overpowered Jesse and threw him off. He kicked Jesse on the floor over and over until Jesse grabbed his leg, catching him off guard, and throwing him over. He got up, and so did Jesse, as Jesse ran over and threw a punch. Walt ducked, causing Jesse to hit a wall and put his fist in it. Whilst Jesse was removing his hand from the wall, Walt threw a punch to his gut, followed by a punch to Walt's head causing him to fall defeated. As Jesse walked out, though, Walt yelled at him:
"Come into my house, vandalise my wall, and start beating me up, all because I got mad at your low-life friend for leaving meth out in the open for someone to take? Well done, Jesse. A-star!" Jesse slammed the door behind him, and Walt began laughing, his body hurting all over. At that moment, Skyler walked in with Walt Jr.
"Hey d-dad, I'm back from s-school-" he noticed his father on the floor.
"D-dad?!" Walt JR cried. "Mum! D-dad's on the floor! He's hurt bad, his n-nose is b-bleeding!"
