Representing The ABQ

Mr. White slammed his hands down on the desk with a bang.
‘Pinkman! What did I just say?’ he snarled.
Jesse Pinkman slouched in his chair, fiddling with a pencil.
‘Well?’ Mr. White maintained.
‘…Something to do with a test on Friday?’ he guessed.
‘No! Although I highly doubt you’d pass it if there was one’ Mr. White sighed.
Jesse smirked at his friends sat around him, continuing to doodle on his textbook.
‘See me after class’ Mr. White threatened, turning to the blackboard to continue a diagram on molecules.
That Pinkman kid will never amount to anything, he thought.