Rebellion - Jesse Pinkman

Four - Los Pollos Hermanos

Becca's POV.

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School was just as boring as it usually was. Buzzkill teachers and nerds, aching for knowledge. My parents always wanted me to be like them. They'll be sure to make junior that way. Second time's the charm, I guess. 

I guess you could say they let me make most decisions. However, they weren't the best. Maybe junior will be better...

I walk out of the school and out to Brandon's car in the large parking lot. We always found ourselves in the same spot, which made it one hundred percent better for me. I always got lost. After me comes Pete. We both lean against the car, talking about our days, just like always.

"Hey, you know I threw a burrito and beans on Josh Johnson today," he smiles.

I chuckle quietly. "You did not," he nods. I give him a high five before Brandon and Jesse arrive.

"Yo!" Brandon yells, all excited. "I just came up with my new nickname!"

"Well," I say. "Let's hear it."

He smiles widely. "Badger," he says. I raise an eyebrow, looking over at Pete to see him doing the same.

"Sure," Pete says. "Call me Skinny Pete. Ya know, 'cause I'm skinny."

We laugh it off, getting in the car. 'Badger' drops me off first so that I can get ready for work, then drives toward his place. I walk in, seeing that everyone beat me home. Dad gives me a stare as I walk into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. "Would you like me to drive you to work? Or is Brandon going to drive you?"

I open the water before taking a sip and putting it back down. "I don't have a ride," I explain. "I can pay you for gas if you could take me."

"No," he puts a hand up. "You don't pay me anything."

I give him a confused look. "Um, alright," I pause. "Why are you being so... nice?"

He puts his hand over his chest in mock hurt before letting it hit his leg. "I want to make it up to you," he pauses as I give him even more of a confused look. "We've been unfair to you, and judgy toward you. And we just want to help you."

I laugh quietly, loud enough for him to hear. "It's a little past due," I walk past him as he grabs my arm, squeezing it and pulling me. "Let me go." I yank my arm before going to my room and getting ready. I put on my Los Pollos Hermonos shirt, along with the hat and a pair of black skinny jeans and black Vans.

I walk out, giving dad a nod and heading to the car.

It was a very, very awkward drive. But, it was alright. Weird, but alright. He drops me off in the parking lot and I see my boss' car in his spot. I walk in, seeing Gustavo Fring's bright smile as he sees me. I return the smile, walking into the employee door, clocking in, and going behind the register before giving Gus a tight hug. "It's so great to see you, Becca," he greets.

"Likewise," I smile. He leaves me to my work.

After about two hours, I see three familiar faces walk through the doors. "Hey, Becca," Badger greets. "Looking great in the work attire."

"Thanks," I smile. "What can I get you today?"

"A six-piece and fries," Pete smiles. "Oh, and three colas."

"Okay, for here or to go?" I ask. This was the most annoying part of my job. If I joked with them, Gus wouldn't take it too hard, but the other employees didn't like me much. 

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This is how it was every week. Except, not every day did I see Jesse, Pete, and Badger at work. They would come in once or twice a week, just to joke around, and nobody really did anything about it. Some days, I was working the cash register. Some days, I was working with the food. I hated working with the food.

Whenever Gus was there, he sensed that I didn't like it so he gave me more time at the register. I did thirty-five hours a week, not working the weekends. I was lucky.

Twenty-four hours in a day. Minus at least six for sleep, two for homework, eight for school. That leaves me eight hours in a day. Then take away an hour to get ready. Seven hours extra, all for work. Then, I came home, did homework, slept for six hours, got up and went to school for eight hours.

Partying was the only time I had to have fun.

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A/N: Hope you liked the chapter. There isn't really much more to say.

xoxo.

-H.