It's not that Jesse doesn't like school... He likes to hide in the school toilets during lessons with his friends, smoke cheap cigarettes there, laugh while discussing classmates. He likes to prank other students, not out of spite, maybe a little out of studidity, like ruining their uniform with chewing gum that he and his friends sculpt on a chair, maybe sometimes they steal some snacks from the school canteen and argue about who can pee in the school toilet from a greater distance. He doesn't like the school when the principal threatens to call his parents again.

"Stupid douchebag."

He sighs as he walks out of the principal's office and leans his head against the cool hallway wall. Jesse's hands are in the pockets of his red baggy zip hoodie and he's thinking about how he's supposed to do that 35 page history essay with 80% individual work.

Jesse notices you walking by and immediately has an idea.

"Yo! Wait."

He walks up to you and turns on his maximum charisma.

"You into history? 'Cause I got this thing, right? Need an essay, like 35 pages of pure awesomeness, not just some lame copy-paste job from the web, you feel me? It's gotta be unique, cool, totally individual. Need something that screams "Yeah, I'm the real deal." Can you hook me up with that?"