And he says it belongs to his new friend, M. She was definitely drinking, but what bothers me is that he let her drive like that. He took the bottle because he didn't want her to get caught with-it in her car. So HE got caught with-it in HIS car. Along with a Starbucks thermos that was used for a cup so M didn't have to drink out of the bottle. Or ... so they could share ... Such a bright kid, I tell ya. Last night, we told difficult child he could have the car back this week, if he went to a lecture at the local art museum on their new show, which showcases black history, and if he got his grades up. He's already got one grade change that I can see online. But he never got to drive the car, because husband found the bottle in difficult child's backpack this a.m. I came downstairs at 7:25 to find difficult child on the phone with-his ex-girlfriend, crying. They don't have school today. MLK holiday. We sat down on the couch and he "explained" everything. I want to believe him. I really do. But ... He said he can't figure out why everything he does comes out wrong. I suggested that we make the rules and he follow them and maybe things would go right. He wasn't so keen on that, but it's not like he's got a choice any more. I'm giving him most of the time alone with-the therapist tomorrow. Sigh.