Badger jabbing Jesse in the ribs finally knocked him awake.
“Sorry dude, you were snoring.” Badger said sheepishly as Jesse sat up and stretched, shaking himself awake.
"I’m sorry you find my chemistry so boring, Mr. Pinkman" said Mr. White from the front of the classroom.
"Hey, no problem Mister White." Jesse smirked drawing snickers from around the room.
Mr. White went back to droning in his boring-ass old man voice about some old scientist named Heisenberg or something, who even cared?
Seriously, that guy was such a tool. Up there in his green polyester shirt and cheap looking khakis and 1980’s mustache. Had that dude ever been laid in his life? If he didn’t need a passing grade in chemistry to be able to graduate, Jesse would have bailed on this class weeks ago.
Jesse sat back and rubbed his eyes, he’d been in the middle of some pretty intense dream when Badger had woken him up but it was already starting to fade. What was it? Something about an RV in the Desert? Him and Mr. White in his underwear? Blue crystals? Neo Nazis?
Jesse shook his head. Whatever it was, it was gone now.
As he stared ahead at the tool at the front of class, he was suddenly overcome with the unshakeable thought that Mr. White might actually look really bad-ass with a shaved head…