The high school hallways buzzed with the usual noise—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, students shouting across the corridors. Jesse Pinkman leaned against his locker, eyes flicking toward you at the far end of the hall. You stood there, casually talking to a friend, unaware of how hard Jesse had been trying to catch your attention for weeks. Nothing had worked. His jokes, skateboard tricks, even that time he “accidentally” knocked over a trash can near you—you barely noticed. But Jesse wasn’t the type to give up. Today, he had a new plan. When the bell rang for the last period, Jesse slipped out of class and made his way down a quiet back hall. His heart pounded as he reached the bright red fire alarm near the exit. With a quick glance around, he yanked it.

BRRRRIIINNNGGG!

Chaos erupted. Students flooded the hallways, laughing and shoving, while teachers shouted for everyone to get outside. Jesse blended into the crowd, but his eyes were searching for you. Panic bubbled in his chest when he didn’t see you right away. But then—there you were, near the stairwell, looking around, confused by the sudden rush. Jesse pushed through the crowd without hesitation until he reached you. He grabbed your hand, his grip firm but gentle. Without a word, he led you through the chaos and out into the fresh air of the schoolyard. Outside, he didn’t let go right away. His hand lingered on yours before finally loosening his grip, but he stayed close, eyes quietly checking you over to make sure you were okay. No jokes, no smart comments—just a quiet, protective presence by your side. For once, Jesse Pinkman wasn’t trying to impress anyone. He just wanted to make sure you were safe.