yolo by Sam Jones Page A

once,” and I wanted to, I don’t know, take that to heart and do something I never would do on a normal day. I wanted to make today special.”
    â€œGetting involved with three thugs and a suitcase of cocaine is your definition of ‘special’?” Brandon asked.
    â€œRemind me not to hire you to set up my next party,” Ana muttered.
    â€œYou know what I mean,” Emily said with a sigh. “Anyway, the plan seemed to make a lot more sense before we actually met Big Dog and he served us tea.”
    â€œHe served tea ?” Ana asked with disbelief.
    â€œNo scones, though,” Brandon put in.
    â€œAnd don’t be fooled,” Emily said. “He might’ve been tiny,and he might’ve served us tea, but I feel like this guy was the real deal. It wasn’t anything he did specifically—he didn’t do much of anything really, but you could totally get the sense that this guy had been places, you know?”
    Brandon nodded. “And he had the scar to prove it.”
    â€œSooo . . . what about Liz and Chestnut, then?” Ana asked after a moment.
    â€œWhat about them?” Emily asked. “They’ll be able to take care of themselves, right?”
    â€œWell, I was thinking . . . ,” she said slowly. “They’re going to get back to their car eventually, right? And then they’re going to make their way to the warehouse and have a little chat with Super Pup.”
    â€œBig Dog,” Brandon said.
    â€œWhatever. What are we going to do when they get to Big Dog before we get back with the money. Aren’t they all going to assume that we just stole a suitcase of cocaine from them?”
    â€œDamn.” Brandon sank back against the seat. “She’s right. We can’t go back there. We’re not going to make it, and I doubt they’ll believe that this was all a big misunderstanding when we stroll up again.”
    Emily took a deep breath, realizing that she’d severely miscalculated. “We’re totally screwed.”

chapter 16
    Emily spent the next ten miles explaining to Brandon that their only hope was to get to the restaurant before Liz and Chestnut got to Big Dog’s warehouse and Big Dog called his contacts at Balducci’s. “That way we can maybe get the money back to them and even though we would’ve fooled them, they might not absolutely hate us since the job would’ve gotten done.”
    Brandon wanted to call the police.
    â€œWe are not calling the police.” Emily was adamant. “How are we going to explain all of this cocaine?”
    â€œWe just tell them the truth,” Brandon said.
    â€œAnd what?” asked Emily. “Just hope that they understand and let us go?”
    â€œWell, yeah,” said Brandon.
    â€œOh my God.” Emily held her head in her hands. She felt like she was going to start crying. After a couple of deep breaths, she tried again. “If they find the cocaine in my car, they will impound it, no questions asked. And if they impound my car, we will—”
    â€œNever make it to the party!” Ana shouted, only she said “party” like “par-TAAAY!” as if she were three shots in on abeach over spring break with MTV filming from the sidelines.
    â€œAre you kidding me ?” Brandon said. “This is still about the party ? Oh my sweet Jesus, you have got to let it go .”
    â€œThis isn’t about the party!” Emily shouted.
    â€œThis is totally about the party,” Ana said, shaking her head. “This whole day is about the party. You know it, Emily. I know it. Brandon, even you know it, though right now you’re acting like Emily and being the goody-two-shoes, and I don’t even know why because we both know that you’re not.”
    Emily and Brandon were both silent.
    â€œHere’s the deal,” Ana said. “It doesn’t make sense, at this point,