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Chapter two.
New Job.

"Come on Abbie, five more minutes!" My gym coach yelled.
Man, working out was.. A work out. Bad pun again? I got them jokes, no? Haha. But for real, working out was hard, considering I was out of shape. And I bet your wondering, why am I working out? Oh, pskt, I'm going to be a cop. Gotta go through training next month, so I got to get fit and ready for chasing thugs and stuff.
"Ugh.." I groaned wiping the sweat off of my face, still running on the treadmill. I did lose a lot of fattie weight and gain muscle since I've been working out. Two weeks ago I started and its really giving me results. Soon enough, it was over.
"Kay, you ready for muscle building?" The gym coach asked.
"Lets do it," I grinned, "I'm ready." Working out made me extremely happy. I need to do it more often.

–

One month later, I was pretty damned muscly. Well, not like manly, but enough to take a full grown man down. It was time for my cop training. And man, was that stuff gruesome- kinda like the first couple days of marching band? Yeah, I was in marching band, don't judge me- but even worse. It was so worth it later on in life.
The worst day, was being tazered. That shit hurts so damned bad! So bad, that I kinda pity the people who get tazered. Psych. They need it. But seriously, ow. Oh well, it was funny afterwards, when I watched the video they made. My face was priceless!
Then awards came. I was now officially a cop. Got my own car, and I was ready to roll down the roads, pull people over, and give them tickets for doing something stupid. Fun right?

–

One night I was sitting in my designated spot on Dixie Highway, Louisville, Kentucky. Everything happens in Lively Shively, I'm telling you! Robberies, crazy drunk people, hoarders, and many more. I wouldn't call it a ghetto, since I lived here all my life. It isn't that bad. If your not a cop, that is.
"Abbie, there's a robbery at Blockbusters. The one by Golden Corral and the Supermarket Walmart." A cop buzzed in. "We need back up."
"Gotcha." I replied, putting my car in drive and speeding off towards the scene. God I love chases, they get my adrenaline pumping. Especially hand on combat. And kicking a man's ass. So much fun.
Once I got to the scene, everyone was yelling, "Get down on the ground!" But the hooded figure didn't really seem to get it. He ran off, like every single idiot we usually come encounter. Now, I was in track, and I was awarded the best runner there. So, they always sent me on these kind of chases. "Okay guys, I got this, go around the other neighborhoods and block his way, and I'll chase him down." I grinned. I was a little too cocky when it came to running, I suppose. I started to run after the guy, not even breaking a sweat. Slowly, I started to catch up with him, and soon, I was tackling him to the ground.
"Now seriously, hun? Stop being dumb. You knew you were gonna get caught." I said, pulling the guy's hood off of his face to reveal who he was.
It was a washed up Xavier, out of breath, and paler than ever.
"X-Xavier?! What?!" I yelled. So much emotions washed up to my face, that I made the most ugliest confused face ever. He didn't seem like some kinda thief.. but he did give me that note.. Was this the reason why he left? Oh my God..
Xavier smirked a little, shaking his head. "I told you not to come after me." He replied, glancing up at me to see my expression, which was hurt, freaked out, and surprised all mixed together.
"Uhm. Well. I'm sorry I chose the job as a cop?" I answered as a question. This was frustrating. One of my first actual arrests was going to be one of my flings. And one of the flings I actually wanted to be in a relationship with. Some part of me wanted to let Xavier go, but she also wanted to take him to jail.
"Why aren't you cuffing me yet?" He asked impatiently, like he actually wanted to go to jail. He wanted to go to a hell hole?
"I don't want to.." I replied, still sitting on his back so he didn't get away.
"Abbie. Your a cop. I'm a thief. You need to arrest me, or you'll get fired."
"I could just say you got away.." I replied. I really didn't want to arrest him.
He looked up at me with the corner of his eye and sighed. "Then I'll just go out and rob some more." He said bluntly.
"Then I'll be there to arrest you.. next time." I got up and started to walk off. He looked up at me like I was crazy and got up to dust himself off. That was the last time I saw him that night.. and he looked so stressed out when I looked at his face.. why'd he steal? Is his family poor or something? So many questions.

"Abbie! Did you get 'em?" One cop- Jeffrey- asked.
"No. He's faster than I thought he would be." I replied, pretending to be out of breath. To be honest, I was kind of disappointed in myself now for letting him go. I should have arrested him. And now, I couldn't get Xavier out of my head. Nor the past and what we did together. Hey, making out to me is kind of amazing, 'specially with a guy that.. I don't even know.. perfect?
I drove home, my mind still set on Xavier and that night at the club. Why wouldn't it get out of my head? It was getting kind of annoying now.. I sighed, passing the same club on the way home. Slowing down, I looked around to see if anyone interesting was there. Even though I'm a cop, I can still go out and party, right? When I got home, I took off my cop clothes and threw on some clothes that were meant for a party. Low cut t-shirt, nice pants, and some colorful Odis shoes.
I started to walk towards the club, wondering who I would come encounter.

Description
Chapter two.
New Job.

"Come on Abbie, five more minutes!" My gym coach yelled.
Man, working out was.. A work out. Bad pun again? I got them jokes, no? Haha. But for real, working out was hard, considering I was out of shape. And I bet your wondering, why am I working out? Oh, pskt, I'm going to be a cop. Gotta go through training next month, so I got to get fit and ready for chasing thugs and stuff.
"Ugh.." I groaned wiping the sweat off of my face, still running on the treadmill. I did lose a lot of fattie weight and gain muscle since I've been working out. Two weeks ago I started and its really giving me results. Soon enough, it was over.
"Kay, you ready for muscle building?" The gym coach asked.
"Lets do it," I grinned, "I'm ready." Working out made me extremely happy. I need to do it more often.

–

One month later, I was pretty damned muscly. Well, not like manly, but enough to take a full grown man down. It was time for my cop training. And man, was that stuff gruesome- kinda like the first couple days of marching band? Yeah, I was in marching band, don't judge me- but even worse. It was so worth it later on in life.
The worst day, was being tazered. That shit hurts so damned bad! So bad, that I kinda pity the people who get tazered. Psych. They need it. But seriously, ow. Oh well, it was funny afterwards, when I watched the video they made. My face was priceless!
Then awards came. I was now officially a cop. Got my own car, and I was ready to roll down the roads, pull people over, and give them tickets for doing something stupid. Fun right?

–

One night I was sitting in my designated spot on Dixie Highway, Louisville, Kentucky. Everything happens in Lively Shively, I'm telling you! Robberies, crazy drunk people, hoarders, and many more. I wouldn't call it a ghetto, since I lived here all my life. It isn't that bad. If your not a cop, that is.
"Abbie, there's a robbery at Blockbusters. The one by Golden Corral and the Supermarket Walmart." A cop buzzed in. "We need back up."
"Gotcha." I replied, putting my car in drive and speeding off towards the scene. God I love chases, they get my adrenaline pumping. Especially hand on combat. And kicking a man's ass. So much fun.
Once I got to the scene, everyone was yelling, "Get down on the ground!" But the hooded figure didn't really seem to get it. He ran off, like every single idiot we usually come encounter. Now, I was in track, and I was awarded the best runner there. So, they always sent me on these kind of chases. "Okay guys, I got this, go around the other neighborhoods and block his way, and I'll chase him down." I grinned. I was a little too cocky when it came to running, I suppose. I started to run after the guy, not even breaking a sweat. Slowly, I started to catch up with him, and soon, I was tackling him to the ground.
"Now seriously, hun? Stop being dumb. You knew you were gonna get caught." I said, pulling the guy's hood off of his face to reveal who he was.
It was a washed up Xavier, out of breath, and paler than ever.
"X-Xavier?! What?!" I yelled. So much emotions washed up to my face, that I made the most ugliest confused face ever. He didn't seem like some kinda thief.. but he did give me that note.. Was this the reason why he left? Oh my God..
Xavier smirked a little, shaking his head. "I told you not to come after me." He replied, glancing up at me to see my expression, which was hurt, freaked out, and surprised all mixed together.
"Uhm. Well. I'm sorry I chose the job as a cop?" I answered as a question. This was frustrating. One of my first actual arrests was going to be one of my flings. And one of the flings I actually wanted to be in a relationship with. Some part of me wanted to let Xavier go, but she also wanted to take him to jail.
"Why aren't you cuffing me yet?" He asked impatiently, like he actually wanted to go to jail. He wanted to go to a hell hole?
"I don't want to.." I replied, still sitting on his back so he didn't get away.
"Abbie. Your a cop. I'm a thief. You need to arrest me, or you'll get fired."
"I could just say you got away.." I replied. I really didn't want to arrest him.
He looked up at me with the corner of his eye and sighed. "Then I'll just go out and rob some more." He said bluntly.
"Then I'll be there to arrest you.. next time." I got up and started to walk off. He looked up at me like I was crazy and got up to dust himself off. That was the last time I saw him that night.. and he looked so stressed out when I looked at his face.. why'd he steal? Is his family poor or something? So many questions.

"Abbie! Did you get 'em?" One cop- Jeffrey- asked.
"No. He's faster than I thought he would be." I replied, pretending to be out of breath. To be honest, I was kind of disappointed in myself now for letting him go. I should have arrested him. And now, I couldn't get Xavier out of my head. Nor the past and what we did together. Hey, making out to me is kind of amazing, 'specially with a guy that.. I don't even know.. perfect?
I drove home, my mind still set on Xavier and that night at the club. Why wouldn't it get out of my head? It was getting kind of annoying now.. I sighed, passing the same club on the way home. Slowing down, I looked around to see if anyone interesting was there. Even though I'm a cop, I can still go out and party, right? When I got home, I took off my cop clothes and threw on some clothes that were meant for a party. Low cut t-shirt, nice pants, and some colorful Odis shoes.
I started to walk towards the club, wondering who I would come encounter.