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              “JESSE !!” his client’s name was spoken with forced joy, an attempt                to lighten the otherwise poor topic. He’d been playing Where’s Walt                for the past two hours. “So---” an awkward pause; the wave of his                 hand to swing him into action didn’t help, “---Seen The Great Walto?                The disappearing man of the moment?”

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He’s avoiding her. Their relationship has always been strangely undefined. They  were fucking before they even had a first proper conversation, and the sex never really had an expiration date. The first two months of so of their sex fest had lost its innocence once Jane realized that Jesse wanted a lot more from her than just a few months of committed bedding, that he felt more for her than she did for him. And so, it had been necessary to be honest and then detach herself from him. Only once she thought he comprehended that a white picket fence wasn’t in their future, he’d been invited back to her bed. And the sofa. And the counter. Well, you get the drift. 

For Jane, the whole fuck buddy thing has been the perfect arrangement. It’s a pretty steady one too, or at least it was. A few months back, Jesse had met a girl, Andrea, and since then, his relationship status with the single mother had changed so much that Jane didn’t even ask about it anymore. She figures that his sudden cold shoulder means that it’s back on. However, he’s never outright avoided her before like this. As much as she hates to be vulnerable, Jane can’t help but miss him. Hence, she’s at his doorstep, knocking loudly and wearing something that is sexy in that subtle way of hers. A sigh of relief is taken once the door is finally answered. 

❝  I brought beer and cereal. You gonna let me in? ❞

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She’s not teacher material. Question any individual whose path has crossed Jane’s and all of them will certainly agree that her around a bunch of elementary school kids is not an ideal match. Or a feasible one, for that matter. But after three overdoses and more burnt bridges than a comic book villain, Donald Margolis had offered his daughter there little choice- shape up or be thrown in jail. Enter her new career- a total joke of  one in her opinion- as an art teacher for the elementary school by her house. The pay sucks, the students color her hair prematurely grey, but hey, she has summers off and her dad off her back. For now. 

It’s conference night, one of those rare evenings where she actually has to work late.  Parents, ones with sticks stuck up their asses, are filtering in one by one, clearly not amused with Jane’s minimal commentary about their precious offspring. It’s worked out nice for her though, the extra time allowing her to work on a sketch that’s been forming in her mind all day. 

All is going well- until she sees him. Dark clothes, leather jacket, shaved head and minimal facial hair to hide the faded scars there, it’s the guy from the bar that had tried to pick her up the other night. Confusion creases over her features, green eyes not even registering the little girl trailing behind him. 

                  “ What are you doing here? ”

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In these stiff June months, Christmas is neither near nor has it recently passed. February’s day of love has concluded without a mere whisper from Jane. And, as far as her trivia knowledge of Jesse Jackson PINKMAN extends, his birthday does not fall on this hour. Nevertheless, a packaged present lies on Jane’s lap, a solid pigmented skirt rising to reveal the silkiness of her thighs. Red painted lips are wearing a teasing smile once the boy arrives home, her dainty fingers already extending the gift towards him. It is wrapped with sketch paper dyed black. Inside, drawing paper with various sketch pencils waits impatiently to be seen.

                      ❝ Open it. ❞