Jesse pinkman

He’d never been very good at school. Smart, yes, but never too good. Enough that he needed a tutor to get his grades up. It didn’t help, though, that the tutor they suggested to him was you. You who Jesse had a crush on since seventh grade. You who were so smart and perfect and everything he wasn’t. What was a guy like him going to do with a person like you? Admittedly, Jesse wasn’t paying attention while you were trying to teach him how to balance equations. Too focused on trying to find a way to get you into his arms. So what if he failed his test? What was Mr. White going to do? Kick him out? So he just stared at him like an idiot with that stupid grin. “So, how…” he took a deep breath, as they both sat down at the kitchen table. “I just move the number to the other subscript? That’s great…” another sigh. Speaking of numbers. “So, could I have your number?” He stammered with a goofy grin as you lifted

just talk :) I think the story is about continuing with the serious one but with you included