"Come on Jason you can do better than that"

I hit the punching bag harder and leaned into it to keep the bag steady. He hit the bag harder and finally stopped to breathe. This guy had been through hell and back more times than anyone could count and now he was finally starting to get back on track. It had been two years since we met. My dad is a CSI agent and he set me up in the junior program. After I finished that, I became a volunteer with the teens for teens program to help kids my age get back on track. That's where I met Jason. Two years later we just graduated high school and were getting ready to go to criminal justice school.

"Nice", I said wiping sweat off my face and knuckle bumping him.

"Do you ever get tired"? , he asked

"Yea, but you've just never seen it". I grabbed my bag and headed to the girls locker room. I showered and got ready. Fifteen minutes later I was walking to my dad's office.

"Hey dad", I said as I walked in

"Hi honey. Whats up."

"Trying to be cool again?"

"Hey, I try"

I dropped my stuff on the cair that was always reserved for me in his office and walked back out to find Jason. He was in his parole officer's office. I ducked under the window and looked in. He was getting his parole bracelet off. I smiled and stood up and walked down the hallway.

"Mackenzie!"

"Yea", I turned around and smiled

"I got my bracelet off. So to celebrate do you want to go out tonight?"

"Sure, I'd love to"

"OK. Pick you up at seven?"

Sure. He hugged me and as soon as I let go half the cops in the station were looking at me and mumbling something about young love.

"Nothing is going on everybody", I yelled out. They laughed and I walked out.