yolo by Sam Jones

giant amount ofcocaine that could land us in a federal penitentiary for the rest of our lives out of my car.” She wasn’t really sure when she’d decided that this was the new plan, maybe sometime between leaving the office and leaving the warehouse, but dumping the cocaine suddenly seemed like a bad idea. Like it could easily backfire if someone saw them, or caught them, trying to dispose of an entire suitcase. Not to mention what Big Dog might do if he had more information about them, the real them, than they thought.
    â€œBut then we’re going to have thousands of dollars in a bag or suitcase or whatever in the car, and a bloodthirsty gangster on our tail.”
    â€œNot if we take him the money,” said Emily.
    â€œWait, but I thought you were the one who was all about taking these drugs out of circulation,” said Brandon.
    â€œYeah,” Ana chimed in. “What happened to being all Robin Hood and stuff?”
    â€œActually, Robin Hood robbed from the rich to give to the poor, so I’m not sure that analogy really makes much sense,” Emily said.
    Ana just blinked with confusion.
    Emily sighed. “All I’m saying is that we can’t keep a suitcase full of cocaine in the car. I mean, what else can we do? It’s not like we have a place to dump it along the way without just tossing it out the car, which could lead to a ton of other problems. And we can’t take it and dump it at the Steins’, because they would get in trouble and everyone would know whatwe did. And we don’t have anywhere else to sell it, right? And if we even try any of these things, Big Dog and his associates could come after us.
    â€œWe’re so dead,” Brandon moaned, thumping his head against the front seat. “So, so dead.”
    â€œBrandon! Please! ” Emily yelled. “I need you to pull it together. You were a rock star back there. You got Scarface to tell us the plan, even though we should’ve known it already. He even told us the restaurant. We’ve got everything we need because of you. You and Liz’s cell. So pull yourself together!”
    Brandon stopped banging his head on the seat.
    â€œThank you. Now, like I said, it’s not like we’re going to sell the drugs ourselves. We don’t have anywhere to take them, and even if we did . . . we’re three kids from the suburbs. Big Dog might’ve believed that we’re running transport, but do you think anyone else would believe that we’re selling? And we don’t even know how to sell cocaine. What do you even package it in?”
    â€œBricks,” Ana said. “Or baggies. At least that’s what happens on CSI .”
    â€œI’m not about to risk my life on a fact from a TV show,” Emily said. “We’re going to take the stuff to the restaurant, get the proper amount of money, bring that back to Big Dog at the warehouse, and then we can each walk away with about $325 in our pockets.”
    â€œWouldn’t it be more like $333?” Ana asked.
    â€œYou think I’m not deducting the gas fee for this?” Emily asked.
    Brandon sighed loudly. “Okay, fine. I see your point.”
    Emily nodded. “Thank you. Ana?”
    â€œYeah, yeah,” Ana said. “We’ve started some kind of cartel. I’ve got it.”
    â€œLook, I know this wasn’t the plan,” Emily said. “And I know I’m usually the one shouting about sticking to the plan . . . so I take full responsibility for this detour, and everything we’re going through. That’s why I want to fix it. I know it’s my fault.”
    â€œHuh?” Ana glanced at her. “How is it your fault?”
    Emily took a deep breath. “I just wanted to do something different. Something spontaneous. I wanted to stop being the stick-in-the-mud. The one always following the rules. You guys are always telling me “you only live