This is an AU story taking place after the concert at which Oliver was arrested for buying drugs. What if he bought them to plant on Ryan to get rid of him once and for all?

-Chapter One

Ryan stood with his arms around Marissa listening to the music but focusing more on her. They had managed to shake off Oliver (maybe he had finally gotten the hint) and Ryan was finally enjoying himself.

Oliver stood outside the concert and waited anxiously for his guy to turn up. Part of him wanted to change his plan. Keep the drugs for himself. All this stress of getting rid of Ryan made him need it more than ever.
"It's too important," he said to himself, "I can't mess this up."
Oliver heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see a man emerging from the alley.
"You got it?" He asked urgently

"Course, all as planned."

Oliver paid him quickly and pocketed the drugs. He hurried back inside before anyone else could come out. As he re-entered the concert he could see Ryan standing with his arms around Marissa. A hot flush of anger raced through him but he let it pass. Soon he would have Marissa. He just had to be patient and put on a good front.
"How awesome is this music?" Oliver asked them as he approached, "great night out, anyway I'll leave you guys to enjoy your date, we'll catch up after."
Ryan looked at him as Oliver left, surprised, usually he wanted any excuse to hang around longer and talk to them, specifically Marissa. Maybe Ryan was wrong about him. Maybe he just wanted to be friends. Whatever Oliver's deal was, Ryan decided to forget about it for the night. He was here with Marissa.

Seth and Ryan met the next morning at breakfast with tired but happy expressions. Last night's concert had been awesome. Sandy walked in and looked amused at the tired boys drinking their coffee.

"Hurry up and finish that and I'll take you to school. You're in no condition to do anything by yourself this morning." He told them with a smirk.

Ryan met Marissa at her locker, where she was talking to Oliver. Ryan felt his usual flash of jealousy and concern for his girlfriend. He still didn't trust this Oliver kid but he had to pretend he liked him, for Marissa's sake.
"Ryan man," Oliver greeting him, "how you doing this morning? Last night was great, we have to do it again sometime. Listen do you have French first or second, only I forgot my textbook and I'm trying to make a good impression on the teachers…"
Ryan glanced up at him from his morning kiss with Marissa,
"Second, take mine, it's in my bag." He replied quickly before returning all attention to Marissa.
Oliver smiled to himself. It was all perfect. He bent down and looked in Ryan's bag. He took out the French book and placed the small bag of cocaine in its place. He stood up quickly and looked around. No one had noticed. Good.
"Well, you two are busy and I have classes to get to, see you at lunch…"
Oliver walked quickly down the hallway and spotted a nervous looking freshman waiting just outside for him.
"You know what to do. See Dr. Kim this morning and let her in on our little secret. You mention my name and I assure you, you will never sleep easy again."
Oliver passed him a wad of bills and gave him one last threatening glare before making his way to French class.

Ryan sat in his 3rd period calculus class, emersed in his work. He liked math. It was so simple. Always the same. He was either right or wrong. It was so dependable. He didn't even notice another student enter the classroom and hand his teacher a note.
"Ryan Atwood," the teacher announced, "you need to go see Dr. Kim. Take your things, the lesson is almost over."
Ryan sighed, frustrated at the interruption and at the fact that a meeting with Dr. Kim was inevitably bad news. He knew she didn't like him. But he struggled to think what he could have possibly done to be in trouble.
He knocked quietly on Dr. Kim's office door and opened it slightly to see her with an even more stern face than usual.
"Come in Ryan and sit down."
Ryan did as he was told, confused as to why she appeared angry with him,
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to open your schoolbag."
"Why?" Ryan asked, confused,
"I have reason to believe that your are carrying illegal drugs and it is therefore my duty to check. For the safety of the students at this school."
"I'm not carrying any drugs, Dr. Kim!" Ryan exclaimed, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. He knew why he was being accused. He was the delinquent. Who else could possibly possess drug than the car-stealing punk from Chino?
"Then open your bag and if I am wrong I will sincerely apologise and we can put this meeting behind us, Ryan."
Ryan stood up angrily and pick up his backpack. He opened it up and tipped the contents on her table.
Pens, cell phone, notebooks, two textbooks and a small slightly crumpled bag of a white powdered substance. Of cocaine.

Ryan stared at the desk in disbelief.
"That's not mine, I swear I have never seen it before. I didn't know it was in my bag."
"Ryan, I am going to have to call the police. With your probation and…well…history…" her voice trailed off, but Ryan knew what she wanted to say,
"Perhaps you'd better call Sandy too."
Ryan, still in a state of shock, recovered enough to pick up his cell phone and call Sandy but was met only by his voicemail.
"Sandy, I need you to come to school. I need your help with something. It's pretty serious…"
Ryan sat, deflated. There was nothing he could do but wait.

After 15 minutes of sitting in the hark backed chairs of Dr. Kim's office, staring at the floor, he heard the door open and looked up, hopefully he would see Sandy striding through the door. But to his dismay, two policemen entered. One, a young looking man who looked as though he had only just left the academy, a cocky look on his face. The other looked older, 30's maybe. With a more likeable look on his face.
"I'm Officer Alex Craft and this is probationary Officer Josh Perry, you must be Dr. Kim and Ryan Atwood."
Officer Craft looked at the boy sitting quietly to his right, so pale he looked as though he might faint.
Ryan tuned out as Dr. Kim explained the situation to the Officers. He didn't know how the drugs got in his bag but who was going to believe they weren't his? Would Sandy believe him?
"Ryan," Officer Craft was looking at him, "You say these drugs are yours? Do you have any idea how they could have gotten in your bag?"
"No they aren't mine. But I think I should wait for Sandy to get here before I talk to you."
The officer nodded while the younger officer looked angrily at him.
They sat and waited. But Sandy didn't come. Ryan looked anxiously at his watch. They'd been here for over 40minutes.
As if reading his mind, officer Craft spoke,
"Ryan, I'm sorry but we are going to have to take you to the station to wait for your guardian. This is a serious offence and with your probation, it needs to be taken care of."
Ryan swallowed hard and stood up. He didn't know what to do but it didn't seem as though he had a choice. The younger officer was taking a pair of handcuffs off his belt and Ryan put his hands behind his back and stared at the ground. Officer Craft looked at the kid and for some reason believed him.
"Josh, that's not necessary. Ryan perhaps you can just walk out with us. Can I trust you?"
Ryan nodded slowly, grateful for Officer Craft's intervention. He walked out the door and followed the officers to the police car parked in the car park, grateful that there were no other students around. He needed Sandy. He couldn't fix this by himself.