Monique's FINAL

“Oh shit!” Jesse yells as he hears the bottom floor getting its windows shot out.

He grabs his red boxers and jeans while trying to slide the window open.

Slight jump, whatever.

“See you later bitch” he says, followed with a small peck to the woman’s cheek.

Jesse delicately jumps from the window onto the roof but soon trips on his own two feet while trying to cover his pale white legs. The ceramic tiles on the roof cause him to bounce down to the ground below him, landing on his heels.

Ace man, ace. I must be related to cats, or some shit like that.

He leans against the cream brick wall around the side of the house. In his peripheral vision he spots a man in one of the DEA Jeeps, an older man with glasses and an intrigued look beaming through his specs.

Jesse puts his index finger up to his mouth.

Sssh, don’t you say a word old man.

“Where are you? Where are you?” he thinks aloud, looking for his red 1982 Chevy Monte Carlo.

He spots the car, jumps in through the open drivers window while fumbling in his pockets for the keys. Keys in the ignition and the accelerator pedal pushed down to its limit. Jesse is off without leaving a trace in sight, unless skid marks count.

Fuck, close escape, at least I’m home now. That old man saw me though, he looks really similar to someone I used to know… OH! It was Mr White!

Why would he be in the DEA? He’s just an old man teaching high school chemistry… Eh who cares, probably means jack all.

“Sup Badger, how’s it going?” he says with excitement in his voice over the phone.

“Nothing much man, you wanna do something?” Badger replies, with the hope in his mind of getting a free toke from Jesse.

“Come light up with me man” Jesse replies, rolling around the small green leaves with his free hand.

Jesse and Badger have been friends for longer than each other can remember, that could go in hand with the amount of cannabis they have indulged in over the years, but regardless, best friends will always be there for each other.

After hours of drug filled indulgence, Badger stumbles out and gives Jesse the bro fist on his way past.

“Next time you gotta hook me up with some of that Chilli P man!” Badger says to Jesse, talking about his methamphetamine infused with Chilli Powder.

“Nah man that crap got Emilio in the slammer, taking a break for a bit” Jesse replies, thinking about the events which occurred earlier on today.

Jesse heads to the garage and grabs his blue car cover. He walks over to his beloved Chevy with the number plate THECAPN and stretches the cover over the candy apple coloured car.

A voice booms out from behind him.

Who the hell would be outside on this freezing cold night?

“Cap’n Cook? Is that not you? Did you not lose your partner today?” Mr White speaks to Jesse, taunting him with each word.

Who the fuck do you think you are old man? I’ll hear him out but my fists are ready that’s for sure.

“You know the business, I know the chemistry” White says to Jesse, with confidence.

“You wanna cook crystal meth?” he says, laughing as he comments back to White.

HA! Seriously what’s his motive, this is a fucking joke, surely.

“Either that or I turn you in” White replies, a sly smirk forms on his face.

“Well, looks like I don’t even have a choice” Jesse mumbles, scuffing his feet on the pavement.

Mr White still has that smirk on his face, looking pleased with himself. Jesse gestures White to come inside his living room so they can discuss business.

What am I doing? I swear this can’t be a good idea. I bet he’ll have the wire on and cops will be here any second.

“Water?’ Jesse asks, looking at Mr White.

Mr White shakes his head.

What is there to discuss really? This aint like a proper deal yet anyways.

“We need an RV, you know, like those things people go on holiday with” Jesse says, being the first to suggest something.

“Alright then, meet tomorrow and I’ll give you the money” White solemnly replies to Jesse, as he walks out of the living room.

Mr White drives away, leaving no trace of where he just was.

Ok… Well that was easier than I thought. Wonder how much money a teacher could really have in his savings.

Time to hit the hay anyways, he wants to meet so early in the morning, typical teacher.

Jesse tosses and turns in his California king bed, plagued with thoughts of the future, especially the next day.

Why am I doing this? Jail couldn’t be that bad could it? And what proof would Mr White really have on me? Oh he saw me? Cool story bro, probably what they’d say.

Jesse falls asleep for the last time of the evening.

The sun starts to rise and peak through his curtains.

Ah, morning. Think I need some black out curtains or something; the sun is a bitch this morning. Maybe it’s because my life is turning around once again in thirty minutes.

Jesse pulls the cover off his car and jumps in. The ride to the bank is slow, with nearly every traffic light turning red on the way.

Jesse pulls into the car park, waiting for Mr White.

Mr White power walks to Jesse’s car, handing him seven thousand dollars, cold hard cash.

“Is this it?” Jesse yells, spitting at Mr White.

Mr White instructs Jesse to find an RV, with no other option.

Where could I get an RV from for seven thousand? Oh! Combo! His moms has an RV.

“Combo! Need a favour man, can I buy your Mom’s RV?” Jesse says, blurting out his words over the phone.

“Yeah man, whatever, just don’t tell her” Combo whispers back, right into his phones microphone.

Jesse heads down to Combos and they steal the RV out of his Mom’s driveway.

The next day looms over Jesse.

Alright, time for Mr White to get here. Common man, I’m nervous as hell!

“Yo! Let’s go man” saying the first word, gesturing White to drive.

This is it, the start of something new. Seems like he aint turning me in, so that’s good news. I don’t like him but if we can make some serious dough, I think I’ll be able to tolerate him.

The two of them drive to the outskirts of New Mexico in an RV which looks like it’s had better days.