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Jesse loses his virginity at the age of 14, around the back of the bike racks during lunch period. The whole thing is over very quickly, and he’s not entirely sure he did it correctly. The girl, whose name he forgets eventually, seems satisfied enough.
His parents have just adopted Jake, after years of trying to have another natural child. They say it’s because they wanted Jesse to have a sibling, but he knows it’s because they want a replacement son. Jake is two years old, polite and obedient.
Whatever. Jesse doesn’t need to be anyone’s baby boy. He’s a man now.
He’s late to his chemistry class afterwards, and Mr White greets him with a sarcastic, “Thanks for dropping by, Mr Pinkman,” as Jesse strolls into the classroom.
“Sorry, Mr White. I was getting laid,” he explains, to titters from the rest of the class. “Practical biology, yo.”
“Yes, most amusing,” says Mr White. “Kindly sit down and be quiet.”
Jesse does, giving Mr White the finger when he turns to the blackboard.
Jesse meets Wendy when dropping off a bag of meth for Krazy-8. He doesn’t usually do deliveries, but on this occasion there’s no one else available.
“I don’t have the cash today,” she says. He feels a little sorry for her, a hooker that’s clearly desperate for his product.
“Well hey, I can come back later,” he says, eyeing the bag on the side.
“Maybe I can pay you some other way?” She puts her hands on his shoulders, pushing him down into a chair by the window.
“Oh,” he says, realising too slowly what she means. “Yeah?”
“What do you like?” She flutters her eyelashes at him. She is kind of a MILF.
“Um, I don’t know. The thing is, the dealer, the guy I make the product for, they don’t call him Krazy-8 for nothing.”
“Let me make it worth your while.” She sinks to her knees and starts unbuckling his belt, yanking his trousers down.
“Uh, are you sure you wanna — oh. Okay. Okay.”
Krazy-8 does in fact beat the shit out of Jesse when he finds out he let Wendy off paying. After that, Jesse makes his own arrangement with Wendy on the side.
Jesse and Emilio have been cooking at Emilio’s property for several months before one of the neighbours comes around to complain about the noise. Linda, the woman who lives next door, changes her tune when she sees Jesse, visibly licking her lips at the sight of him.
“Maybe you can keep her sweet,” says Emilio. Soon Jesse is calling around regularly to ask Linda for a cup of sugar. She has a husband, but he’s out at work most days.
That’s how Jesse comes to be in bed with Linda on the day that the cops bust in Emilio’s door. Otherwise, he would have been arrested along with Emilio and his cousin, and he wouldn’t have been spotted by his former chemistry teacher escaping from Linda’s window.
If only he had been arrested that day.
Jesse and Jane have been experimenting with meth and heroin all night before they finally fall into bed. Jane kisses her way down Jesse’s body, then comes back up to kiss him on the lips. Jesse flips her over so he’s on top of her.
Jane is by far the best sex he’s ever had. He finally understands the meaning of the phrase making love. Being in bed with her is like being high on drugs, helped by the fact that they are both literally high on drugs.
“You’re amazing,” he says, staring into her eyes.
“You’re high,” she giggles.
“High on you.”
This is the moment that Mr White comes barging into Jesse’s apartment. Jesse had forgotten that they were supposed to cook today.
“What are you doing?” says Mr White, glaring at the pair of them.
“What does it look like?” Jesse is too high to think of anything wittier. Jane laughs and dives under the covers as Mr White storms out.
Jesse and Andrea are wrapped around each other under the covers when Brock comes into the bedroom. He stops at the sight of them.
“Hey, buddy,” Jesse greets him. “Your mom and I were just, uh, cuddling. You okay?”
“I had a nightmare,” says Brock.
“Come here.” Andrea holds out her hand to her son. Brock comes around to her side and crawls into bed with her. “What was the nightmare?” she asks him.
Brock hesitates. “This… man, he gave me something.”
“Gave you what?” says Jesse, concerned.
“He made me drink something. Said it was medicine.”
“This was just a dream though, right?” asks Andrea. Brock shrugs.
“What did the man look like, in your dream?” asks Jesse. Maybe he’s being paranoid, but he can’t help thinking of Gus.
“He was bald. He was scary.”
“It’s okay. You’re safe now.” Andrea hugs Brock.
Jesse glances under the covers. Thankfully, he’s still wearing his boxers. “Hey, why don’t I make us all some pancakes?”
Jesse isn’t sure how he ended up in bed with his former business partner’s wife, but it makes sense in a way. Not only is she his MILFy blonde type, they are the only two people in the world who really understand the damage that Mr White has caused. They were both victims of Heisenberg. He feels more relaxed than he has in a long time, lying in Mr White’s bed with Skyler draped across his shoulders.
“You know, I couldn’t even jerk off in that cage,” he says. He’s told Skyler an edited version of what happened to him during his imprisonment. “They had a camera in there.”
“Wow, six months of no jerking off. Must have been torture.” Skyler runs her fingers down the scars on his chest.
He smiles and strokes her long blonde hair. Sunlight is streaming in through the window. “Hey, Mrs White, do you have any more of those good green beans?”
He’s woken up by Jack banging on the cage.