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JOHN'S POV:
Three gray walls, a wall of bars, and a gray slab of concrete. The only decoration is some dried blood stains left by an unfortunate criminal. This is crazy, I think, I didn't do anything. I never have. Never cheated on a test, never stole anything. God, I haven't even ever had a drink. They say I'm here because of the ZCV's, but they aren't mine. I don't know why they were in my locker, but I have a feeling Bryce does. I can't believe he would do something like this. No wait, I can, that's just the psycho he is. I told the cops I didn't use drugs, but they just throw me in this cell. That was four hours ago. I mean how long can they keep me in here? I look through the bars at the other people in neighboring cells. There are five of us here. I wonder what their stories are. A girl about my age sits across from my cell. I might as well talk to her, who knows how long I'll be here.
"Hey," I call to her, "I'm John. I figured we might as well get to know one another, we could be here for a while."
She smiles and says, "You can call me One."
"That's not your really name."
"No, it's not. But that's what I go by. I am number One."
"Well someone's humble."
She lets out a light laugh, "my boyfriend, Adam, gave it to me after I complained to him about my real name."
"Which is?" I like this girl, she's tough, and from our surroundings, she's trouble, but I feel like I know her in some strange way.
"Why would I tell you that?"
"Because I'm asking, and I have a feeling that that doesn't happen a lot."
She thinks about that and says, "Oniella. And if you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
"And I believe you. So, One, what are you here for?"
"I rob places. Mostly music stores, sometimes surf shops if I want a new board. I took too long at the last hit. What are you in for?"
"They found ZCV's in my locker."
"Seriously? Wow, you don't look like a drug addict. Especially not ZCV's, those are hardcore."
"I don't do drugs."
"But you just said,"
"Someone planted them in my locker."
"Did you tell that to the cops?"
"Yeah, but they just found ZCV's on the captain of almost every sport team and an honors student. They're not going to let me walk that easily."
"Now look who's humble."
"Sorry. I just mean that I'm the type of guy who would get busted."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't have any options. I have to go to court and hope for the best. That's how it works with ZCV's."
"That sucks."
"Tell me about."
"John Smith." A large, muscled guard says.
"Yeah." I reply.
He unlocked my cell door, "come with me. And do try anything." He moves his jacket to reveal a gun attached to his hip.
"Good luck." One says. I give her a slight smile, Thanks, I think; I'm going to need it.
He grips my arm and leads me to a room with two metal chairs and a metal table. A mirror runs along on end of the room. Though I can only see my refection, I can feel the stares on the other side.
"Sit." The guard says. I obey and he puts handcuffs on that are attached to the table. He leaves and a minute later and tall man walls into the room and sits in the chair across from me. He seems to be about my dad's age. Crap! I forgot about him. How am I going to explain this to him? Brandon should be pretty cool, I know he'll trust me, but my dad is another story. He'll probably think that without having him around I sunk into "troubled teen" mode. What am I going to say?
"Hi," the man says smiling to me, "I'm agent Larkin; I'll be working with you today."
"Larkin? As in Bryce Larkin?" this is ridiculous. As if it isn't bad enough that someone put drugs in my locker, I have to deal with the prime subject's dad?
"Yes, that's right, Bryce is my son. You go to school with him right?"
"Yeah, I'm John."
"Yes, I know who you are, I saw your file." I don't like this guy. I can already tell he thinks I'm guilty. And with a son like Bryce, he probably can't wait to put me away.
"It's quite impressive, I must say, captain of the football team, basketball team, soccer team, baseball team, and the hockey team. You also are at the top of your class and in multiple clubs, that's a lot on one student. Tell me, how do you do it?" he says. Man, this guy isn't even trying to hide the fact the he thinks I'm on ZCV's.
"I like sports and I'm smart. There isn't much to it."
"You know you're here because your ZCV's were found in your locker. A horrible hiding place in my opinion, but that doesn't matter, what matters is getting you as little time in prison as possible. I highly suggest that you plead guilty. That will give you only a year or two in a cell. Then you can get back to your life. Doesn't that sound fair?"
"No. Because they aren't my drugs, I don't know how they got there." Except for your crazy son putting them there.
"John, I realize this is hard for you, but admitting it will make it easier."
"You know what. I'm done with this; I'm not saying anything until my Cepen gets here."
"Fine," He says, making it clear that I wasn't, "I'll bring him in." he gets up and slams the door on his way out. I guess that's where Bryce gets his sunny attitude.
STANLEY'S POV:
"What happened?" I ask Leia.
"I don't know," she says, "all we saw was the cops putting John in their car."
"John wouldn't do anything; he's not that kind of guy." Cole says.
"Ok," Marina cuts in as she comes up to us, "here what I found out. Mr. James decided to do a locker check this morning. When he when to john's he found,"
"What? What did he find?" Cole asks.
"You aren't going to believe this, he found ZCV's."
"Nope." I announce.
"What do you mean nope?" Ella questions.
"Just that, no. not his, they couldn't have been in his locker."
"How do you know?" Leia asks.
"A, because we are best friends, brothers, I would know if he was high. B, he's not the type."
"I'm with Stan on this one." Cole says, "No way could they be his."
"Well," Marina says, "he is under a lot of presser, with sports, and his dad, and collage. It's a lot to balance. He may have,"
"NO!" I shout. She's startled and takes a step back.
"They aren't his." I continue.
"You can't know that. The whole thing with Bryce may have pushed him over the edge." Leia adds.
"I can't stay here and listen to this." I say starting to walk away.
"Wait up, I'm coming with you." Cole says. I wasn't expecting that. Cole is usually sensible, not the type to cut class. Maybe I'm rubbing off on him. We get to my car and for a minute we just sit there.
"Now what?" he says.
"Now, we visit Johnny boy."
And I pull out of the school and head to the police department.
COLE'S POV:
They make us wait for an hour before anyone even talks to us. I think that they were hoping we would leave after a few minutes. Nope. Not us, we are here to see John and that's what we'll do.
An older woman comes up to us.
"May I help you?" she asks, like helping us is the last think she wants to do.
"Yes," Stanley responds, "we are here to see John Smith. And we want to see him now."
"Are you family? You can't see him if you aren't family."
"I have known him for 18 years. We were born on the same day. We have shared everything but the same parents. Let me see him."
"No, and I suggest you leave before I have the guards escort you and your friend out."
"Listen lady,"
"Guards!" she calls before he gets a chance to finish. They push us out of the building and slam the doors.
"Well," I say, "that did not go as smoothly as I had hoped it would."
Stanley just grumbles and walks down the street to the pizza shop. We get a table and wait in silence for the waitress.
"Hi my name is Maggie, and I'll be your waitress. How can I help you?" I hear. I look up and see a bubbly red headed girl with thick brown glasses.
"Um, we'll take a meat lovers pizza with extra meat and two cokes."
"Ok!" she says and goes off to the kitchen.
"She was nice." Stanley says, "Nicer then that woman at the police department."
"They probably think that we are John's junkie friends."
"Yeah, except for the fact that he has NEVER BROKEN A RULE IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE!" he says, his voice getting louder and louder. I look around. We're the only customers here, so I let him shout. It's good for him. I feel like shouting myself.
"Here you go. Will that be all?" Maggie says setting down our pizza.
"Yeah thanks a lot Maggie." I instantly like her. It's like I know her somehow. Maybe I should start coming here more often.