{Ray's POV}
[As my third class of the day left out for lunch, I started grading papers. I still thought about the girl. Speaking of the angel, she appeared with her friend, Robyn, who was in my last class.]
"Hol' on, girl. I forgot my books. Oh, hey, Mr. Lopez," Robyn said, agknowlegding my presence.
I nodded. "Hello, Robyn. Who's your friend, here?"
"Oh, you mean her," she asked, pointing at the shy beauty. "This is Y/N. Say hey, Y/N."
She smiled shyly. "Hey."
I said nervously, "So, when do you have my class, Ms. Y/N?"
She shrugged. "Oh, I think I have your class eighth period."
"So, the last class, huh," I said, smirking in her direction.
"Uh, yeah, I--"
Robyn interrupted. "WELLLLL, I think it's time to go. Y/N, say bye to Mr. Lopez. Okay, bye!!!!"
[She dragged the girl out of the room. Y/N. So, that's her name. It fits her beautifully. I grabbed my lunch, headed towards the teacher's lounge. Then, I saw her again. Y/N. She was with Robyn, talking and laughing. Her laugh sounded like the gates to heaven were opening. Her smile shined brighter than the hottest stars. Her eyes glistened under the school lighting. She was a dream. I ended running into the door of the teacher's lounge. I heard Y/N and Robyn laugh at my clumsy actions. I blushed like I was 17 again. I grabbed my bag that ended up on the floor, and swung the door open, only to see half of the teachers sitting in there. I sat down at the far end of the table with Chresanto. I talked to him about Y/N, while he confessed his feelings for Robyn. It sounded like he fell in love with her. Hard. I was falling for Y/N so heavily, that just sneaking a peek at her goddess-like features weighed down on my heart. I haven't felt this way ever since Zonnique. But, I might have a chance at love again. And, this time, age doesn't make a difference.]
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||Mr. Lopez||
FanfictionMr. Rayan Lopez, a 26 year old soon-to-be teacher, finds himself falling in love with a 17 year old girl named Y/N Owens. Y/N usually keeps to herself and isn't really into a lot of crowds, which is what draws Mr. Lopez to her so viciously. When tro...