I can tell that Ethan is freaking out inside, because so am I. He’s trying to play it off, but I see right through him. It’s quiet for a while, and the officer constantly looks at us through the mirror. I know he’s caught a million people our age. My mind trails back to Marcus, and wonder what’s happening to him.

“Teenagers these days. Do you believe having drugs is ‘cool’?” The officer asks. Ethan and I take a quick glance at each other, both unsure whether to answer or not.

“No, which is why we don’t do them or have them,” I finally say.

“I found them in your car, little lady,” he says. Ethan doesn’t give me a sign whether to lie or not, but I know that the truth isn’t an option.

“Planted,” I say. He laughs. He’s probably heard this a million times before, but this time its true. How can I make him believe me?

“Sure it is,” he says, still chuckling. I sigh and almost give up, until an idea hits me.

“Would you believe the drugs weren’t mine if I gave you the best blow job of your life?” I wager.