Barron Trump and The Latin Girl

1)First Meet

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The NYU campus was buzzing that sunny fall morning. Students were everywhere, dragging boxes, suitcases, and books. It was the usual first-day chaos, with a mix of nerves and excitement in the air.

Barron Trump was used to attracting attention wherever he went, but it didn't bother him anymore. His whole life had been like this, and now, on his first day at NYU, he found himself surrounded by a new crowd of curious eyes. His serious face, hidden behind dark sunglasses and a black leather jacket, only added to the mystery that fed the whispers.

He was heading toward his dorm, trying to avoid the crowds, when he spotted a familiar figure standing near one of the campus buildings. Barron slowed down, frowning as he tried to process what he was seeing. The man, dressed in a perfect black suit, was standing with two women. He was unmistakable, even out of the usual White House setting.

"John?" Barron called out, walking toward him with determined steps.

John Walter, the head of the President's security team and one of the men Barron trusted most, turned at the sound of his name. His eyes widened briefly when he saw young Trump, but soon, a familiar smile appeared on his face.

"Barron, what a surprise!" John said, extending his hand for a firm shake.

"What are you doing here?" Barron asked, still puzzled by his presence on campus.

"I'm off duty today," John replied, nodding toward the two women beside him. "My daughter is starting here at NYU too. So, me and my wife are leaving her here at the university."

Barron finally looked at the two women. The older one, with light brown hair, smiled gently. And next to her, a girl, probably his age, immediately caught his attention. She had a striking presence, something he couldn't ignore. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her brown eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and confidence.

"This is my wife, Jennifer," John introduced, gesturing toward the older woman at his side. "And this is my daughter, Isabela."

"Nice to meet you, Barron," Jennifer said with a polite nod.

Isabela, though, seemed more direct. She stepped forward and held out her hand to Barron, keeping eye contact without hesitation.

"Isabela Reyes," she said, with a soft smile that made Barron raise an eyebrow.

"Barron Trump," he replied, shaking her hand in a brief, firm grip.

As much as he was used to being formal and polite, something about the way she looked at him threw him off balance. There was an intensity in her gaze, like she was trying to read his every thought. This was new for him. People usually either avoided him or treated him with exaggerated reverence, but not Isabela. She seemed to be in control of the situation, despite standing in front of the President's son.

"NYU, huh?" Barron said, trying to break the silence that had settled between them. "What are you studying?"

"Software Engineering," Isabela replied, crossing her arms casually. "And you?"

"International Relations," Barron answered, noticing the slight smile on Isabela's face when she heard his response.

"Interesting," she said, with a hint of teasing in her voice. "Seems like you're destined to follow in the political footsteps."

Barron let out a small laugh. He was used to that assumption, but hearing it from Isabela had a different tone, like she was challenging him in a way no one else had before.

"Maybe," he replied, leaving the answer open-ended. "But what about you? Software Engineering? Seems like you're far from following in your dad's footsteps."

Isabela shrugged, still smiling.

"I like building things. Tech, code... it's always been my thing," she explained. "But that doesn't mean I don't respect what my dad does."

Barron nodded, respecting her answer. He understood what it was like to live in the shadow of a powerful figure and try to find your own path. Even though people saw him as a bad boy, with his cold and mysterious exterior, he knew what it was like to carry the weight of expectations.

Jennifer glanced at her watch and placed a hand on John's shoulder, suggesting it was time to move on. John nodded and turned back to Barron.

"It was good seeing you, Barron. I'll be around for a few days, so if you need anything, you know where to find me," John said, his tone a mix of professionalism and familiarity.

"Thanks, John," Barron replied with a nod. He knew that, despite being off duty, John was always just a call away.

As John and Jennifer began walking toward Isabela's dorm, she lingered behind for a moment, watching Barron with a thoughtful look.

"See you around, Barron Trump," she said with a slight smile before turning to follow her parents.

Barron stood still, watching her disappear into the crowd of students, but the impression she left on him lingered. There was something about her that intrigued him deeply. Maybe it was the confident way she handled herself, or maybe it was the fact that she was the daughter of his dad's security chief. Or maybe it was just the mystery she seemed to carry with her.

But he knew this wouldn't be their last encounter.

Hours later, Barron was settled in his dorm room, sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. New York was a city full of possibilities, and he was determined to make the most of this new phase of his life. But his thoughts kept drifting back to that unexpected meeting.

He picked up his phone and started scrolling through it, but the sound of a knock on the door made him look up. It was Daniel, his roommate.

"Yo, Barron!" Daniel burst in, already making noise. "Ready for your first official night as a college student?"

Barron smirked.

"I guess so. What's the plan?"

"Welcome party," Daniel replied excitedly. "And I heard it's gonna be epic. Come on, you need to meet people and loosen up a bit. New phase, new experiences, remember?"

Barron chuckled, shaking his head. As much as he liked to keep his serious and reserved demeanor, he knew he couldn't spend his entire college life in isolation. Maybe that party would be the start of something new.

"Alright," he agreed. "Let's go."

Daniel cheered, pumping his fist in the air before rushing out to get ready. Barron, on the other hand, glanced at himself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was of a young man who was rich, famous, good-looking, and mysterious. Someone people looked at from afar and judged without really knowing him. But could he be someone different here at NYU? Someone people got to know beyond the headlines and political scandals?

As he prepared for the night, he couldn't help but think of Isabela. She had been a pleasant surprise in the middle of so many predictable things. And he was curious to see where that path would lead them. VOTE OR COMMENT ON CHAPTER, PLEASE! THAT HELPS A LOT.