I know I'm bad

Everyone knew Ginger was messed up. That is why the police station decided to come up with a plan that will hopefully help Ginger. They sent her to church, and they scheduled a time for her to go to the police station once every week for her to understand what's right and wrong. When she ends up falling for the young, good-looking officer that is forbidden…What will she do? And will she soon realize her mistakes? Or stick to her own ways?


1. I know I'm bad #1


                                                              CHAPTER 1

"Ginger run!"Riley yelled.

   "I'm trying, smart one!" I yelled back annoyed. 

    "Were going to get caught Ginger. I can't afford to go back to jail."

     I rolled my eyes. 

     "Ginger the police is here. I'm really sorry Ginger. I can't go back to jail. I'm sorry," she said. She ran leaving me here speechless.

     "Oh, C'mon. What a friend you are! I love you too!" I exclaimed throwing my hands in the air. "Ok, let's take this out of here," I muttered to myself. I grabbed the garbage bag full of expensive jewelry and dragged it with me. "Ok this is not going to work."

      "Need some help there," I heard a voice from behind me.

      "No thanks, I don't ne-" I stopped mid sentence. I turned around and almost face palmed. 'This can't be happening to me, not again,' I thought. Who was standing in front of me was a young and handsome police officer.

     So I did the only thing that came to mind and ran leaving the jewelry behind. 

     "Hey, you come back," he stated chasing after me.

      I chuckled. 'Newbie' I thought. "No, I'm sorry. I don't think I want too," I laughed.

      He groaned as he took out his walkie talkie and mumbled some stuff into it…like he was asking for back up. I sped up as I jumped on top of a dumpster. He also, jumped on the dumpster, making me lose hope. 'No you can do this' I told myself. Jumping off, I grabbed a trash can that was close to me and threw it so  Mr. Policeman won't catch me. 


                                               *Zach's POV.*

"So, what are we going to do with her?" I had to ask.

     I glanced at the glass window to the waiting room and saw her fidgeting with her fingers.

    "I don't know what to do with her anymore," George stated.

    "Her and Riley are usually together," The sheriff mumbled. We were currently in a small room trying to gather information and figure out what to do with Ginger. "I don't want to put the poor kid back in juvie."

    "She needs help," George spoke.

      The sheriff stared at me like a idea just popped in his head. "I want you to get to know Ginger and ask her some questions today like, how old is she and the rest is up to you," he said directly to me.

    "Why?" I asked.

    "Save the questions for her," he responded. "I want her to have a good influence. Just start a conversation with her and we will figure out how to help her tomorrow."


                                      *Ginger's POV.

I looked up to see the same handsome cop that has arrested me. "Follow me," he directed. I stood up and followed him to this tiny room, that I am guessing is his office. "Have a seat." I sat down and studied him. He had dark hair, the most prettiest dark brown eyes I have ever seen and a husky voice. "How old are you?" he asked looking through files.

   I leaned back and controlled my chuckle. "Why?" I asked pretending to check my nails.

   "Just Trying to start a conversation."

    "Why?" I asked again looking up. He bit his lip glancing at the ceiling. I leaned up so my elbows were on his desk. I kept my voice low. "If you want some information out of me. You got to tell me some stuff about yourself. So that way it's fair." I leaned back in my seat and almost chuckled by his face. According to his facial expression he is shocked and confused. "How old are you, Mr. Police Officer?" I asked glancing at my nails again.

   "Um, er, 22," he stated.

   I looked at him shocked. "22? Your young. Your almost the same age as me. To bad I'm five years younger than you."

  "Your seventeen?"

   "You bet," I said giving him my award-winning smile, showing him my teeth.

     He chuckled and leaned over his desk. "Please pay attention and listen hard. Were working for you to do better and you have to help yourself at least a little bit."

   I bit my lip and leaned forward touching my nose to his. "You have to try harder than that."




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