Bad Ass (A 1D fan fic)

"Hey get back here!" a police officer shouts after me as I run down the street. You see... I just went into the mall and stole a pair of Jordan's!

Okay wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Gabriella, but I go by Gabe, I'm 17 (in grade 11), I have waist long brown hair that's always in a side braid, my eyes are light green, and I'm five foot six inches tall.  Now on with the chase.

That cop has no chance at catching me because I am at least five yards ahead of him until I see my get away, a crowd of screaming people and flashing lights. Can this day get any better?

I dart into the swarm of kids getting weird stares but I don't really give a damn. And just when I think I'm about to get away I suddenly feel myself falling to the floor then get lifted from the cement.

"Oh shit." I mutter as I'm put in the back of the police car and they chuckle. I look to see who the officer is and I'm not surprised to see that it's Officer Will Johnson. "Hey Will, it's nice to see you again." I say smiling broadly.

"I wish I could say the same." he sighs and drives off to the police station. This is my-almost-daily routine, going to school (and getting horrible grades), doing something illegal and getting arrested, and being let go by Will. He's sort of like an older brother to me seeing as he is only twenty-six  years old.

When we get to the station I greet everyone there and they roll their eyes but still say hello in return. I sit down in a chair in Will's office and he leans on his elbows. "Why, why do you do this? Almost every single day you are sitting in that chair, explaining the same thing, and me letting you go home. Why do you do this to me?" he asks dramatically and drops his head onto the table making a rather loud banging noise.

"Well I do it because-" I'm about to say because I was bored but he so rudely interrupts me.

"Don't you dare say that you are bored because it's the same excuse every time. I've known you long enough tho know when you're lying and now I know that something is wrong so spill!" he shouts making me jump. Will never shouts like that. I feel like I'm about to cry so I look down at my ripped skinny jeans to hide the tears. These tears are real (not fake tears to get away with stealing a Snickers bar) like actual salty tears streaming down my face. He comes around the desk and hugs me. "Are you going to tell me the reason behind the countless times you've been arrested over the past seven years?" I hesitate but nod and wipe away my tears.

"It all started when I got into fifth grade everybody thought I was weird because I stuttered and I was short. In fifth grade it was a big deal and since my parents were never around I wanted attention so I started stealing small things, candy bars, food. It was just the little things until we all got into sixth grade and people actually knew how to hate. By then it got worse but it was only mild. Now  the beginning of eighth grade was horrific I finally got over my stutter but my mom died in a car crash and dad always came home drunk. He abused me until one day in the middle of the year he kicked me out of the house telling me to never come back, so I didn't. School just got worse from there..." I trail off wiping the tears off of my face.

"I was homeless, bullied, my grades went from B's to F's. Then I found a boy I really liked his name was James and he was everything to me, but when he found out I had no money he started abusing me too. After a year of being a punching bag I ran away. Everything was just so hard so I started to steal the bigger things... Now that's how I got here." I say giving a small side smile.

"I'm so sorry... if you ever need any--" Will started but I knew what he was doing.

"Seriously, Will?! You know how much I hate pity and don't say that you aren't sorry for me because I can see it on your face! Whatever I think I'm done here." I say and run out of the room and out of the building, not turning back even when I can hear Will and Sandy (his girlfriend, Chief of Staff) calling my name.