||Mr. Lopez||

• Trouble: 1/2 •

{Ray's POV}

[I finished putting on the rest of my clothes, feeling ashamed of myself. I knew we would get caught. But, not like this. Not this way. Principal Elba called the police, and now they're on their way here. I knew this would happen. If I never would've fell in love with Y/N, none of this would happen. And, even if I still was, I should've listened to my first thought and left her alone. But, the connection between us pulled me in too deep. And I knew it wouldn't be long until she fell in with me, too. Now, look at where we are. We're in big trouble, and there's nothing we can do to fix it now. All of a sudden, the door slammed against the wall, as LAPD ran in and snatched me up. They threw the handcuffs on my wrists and told me my Miranda Rights. I still can't believe this is happening. While I looked on, dazed and lost, they dragged me out of the room. Students were in the hallways, whispering and gasping at what was going on. They stared and gawked at the scene. I still stared ahead, ashamed to look at my homeroom class, who was also standing there. I was as shocked as they were, to be honest. I walked past Y/N, who had tears in her eyes. She looked at me like I raped her. She really wants to play the blame game. But, we both know what really went down in that room. She is not innocent. And if she didn't want me to kiss her like I loved her, then she could've avoided this whole situation by staying away from me. Candice appeared out of nowhere, screaming and cursing at me. She was being held back by Chresanto, who also looked as if he'd been crying. I had heard from one of my students that Angel was supposed to be pregnant by him. And that Robyn was missing. I couldn't imagine how he felt when he saw Robyn walk out on him. The officer on my right jerked me forward to keep moving.]

"Keep going, you sick bastard."

"Aye. You better chill--"

"Keep MOVING," he spat.

[The double doors opened, and so did the doors to the squad car. I was going to prison. I thought I wouldn't end up there. I mean, I stopped trapping at 22, because if I didn't, I knew I'd be in prison. But, that was four years ago, and that was a coincidence. I'm going now, and I can't find a way to lie myself out of this one. I guess I'll just have to take it all in.]