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?


2. I know I'm bad #2


  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."



                                                       Zach's POV.

"I can't help her," I told the Sheriff in all honesty. 

    The Sheriff sighed leaning back against his seat. "I really thought you could do it, Zach. I thought she would listen to you."

    "Ginger listening to someone?" George scoffed. "Did you forget she's related to Jazmyn?"

    "How could I forget? Is it weird to say I miss Jazmyn? She was a character," The sheriff said shaking his head in amazement. 

     "I can't say the same for me, Sheriff. I was always the one that ended up arresting her," stated George.

    "Ok, so, what does this have to do with Ginger?" I asked.

     "Oh, right. We're getting off subject," Stated the Sheriff. The Sheriff leaned back in his seat. "Zach, I'm going to need you to do something. You're the youngest and smartest. She's going to have to listen to you eventually. Instead of just talking to herhangout with her. Become friends with her," The Sheriff smiled at his idea.

    "Yes, sir."


                                        Gingers POV.

I heard footsteps getting closer and automatically knew who it was. "Going to try talking to me again?" I smiled. I turned around and gave him a wink.

   "C'mon. I'm going to drive you around."

    "Why?" I asked innocently. 

     "Can you go one second without saying 'why'."

     "No." He groaned as I chuckled. "It's ok Mr.Police Officer, I'll ride with you."

      He looked at me in shock. "I thought you were going to make a remark."

      "Like what?" I asked.

      "Like 'my mom told me not to get into a car with strangers," he said with a terrible girl voice.

      "I don't have a mom," I stated walking out of his office.

       "Oh, I'm sorry," he said catching up to me.

       "Nah, it's fine. I have a Mom. I-it just doesn't feel like it," I stated biting my lip sadly. "By the way that was a good girl voice," I laughed.    

      "Ha, Thanks. By the way the names Zach," he winked. "So, you can stop calling me Mr.Police Officer."  

      "I like Mr.Police Officer better, but thank you for finally telling me your name."


I sat in his car as he looked at me thoughtfully. "I'm not going to find out any information about you. Am I?"

   I shrugged. "You might. Just not from me," I looked down fidgeting with my hands. He cupped my hands in his. "That's a nervous habit," I whispered


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