Barron Trump and The Latin Girl

2)Party on campus

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Barron was used to being the center of attention. No matter where he was, there were always curious and admiring glances in his direction. He knew that his appearance, combined with the last name he carried, was enough to change the atmosphere around him. But that night, as he and Daniel approached the party on campus, his thoughts briefly turned to Isabela. She was different. Not in the dramatic or cliché sense, but in a way that made Barron think a little more than he was used to. She didn't seem dazzled by who he was, which was rare. But at the same time, he wasn't obsessed with her like he usually saw in the romantic comedies that other people liked to talk about. In fact, Barron wasn't even close to being obsessed; he was just curious. A mild curiosity that made him wonder if she would be at that party. 

Daniel, next to him, was excited, clearly excited by the idea of ​​socializing and meeting new people. He was saying something about college parties being the perfect place to "start your real life," but Barron wasn't paying much attention. They walked into the party, which was crowded and loud, with music pulsing through the walls. Colorful lights flashed all around, creating a chaotic and lively atmosphere.

Soon, Barron noticed that all eyes were on him. A few girls whispered to each other, giggling nervously as he walked by. He was used to this. It wasn't surprising that the son of the President of the United States attracted attention. He could easily pick out any girl in the room, and he knew it. But right now, he was just trying to relax, even though he knew it was practically impossible to go unnoticed.

Daniel was already in the middle of a conversation with a group of people when Barron spotted someone familiar in the corner of the room. Isabela. She was there, laughing at something a friend—probably the same woman he'd seen her with earlier—had said. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders in a way that seemed unpretentiously perfect, and she was holding a glass of liquor, something Barron noticed immediately. She was different from their previous encounter. More relaxed, more carefree.

He approached slowly, taking his time. As he got closer, he could tell she had already had a few drinks. She wasn't completely out of it, but her movements were less coordinated than before, and her laughter was looser and longer.

"Trump," she said, smiling when she saw him, as if it were an old inside joke between them. "You always show up at the most... unexpected times."

"Yeah, I have that gift," he replied with a slight smile. "Is everything okay here?"

She nodded, but the way she almost dropped her glass indicated otherwise. "Okay, yeah. Just... having a little fun."

"Are you sure?" he asked, leaning a little closer to be heard over the loud music.

"Because it looks like you might have had a little too much fun." She laughed, but there was a hint of weariness to it. 

"Maybe. But hey, isn't that what we do at college? Drink, forget about the world for a few hours?" Barron shrugged. 

"Some people do that, yeah. Others just watch." Isabela laughed again, but this time it sounded more genuine. 

"You seem like the type to watch." 

"Maybe," he admitted. "But the way you're feeling, I think you need a break." 

She looked down at the glass in her hand and, suddenly, as if realizing something, nodded slowly. 

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I don't usually drink that much." 

"Come on," Barron said, taking the glass from her hand and setting it on a nearby table. "I'll take you somewhere quieter."