Barron Trump and The Latin Girl

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The morning sun shone over NYU's campus as Barron Trump walked alongside Daniel, his roommate. Last night's party was still fresh in both their minds, but now it was time to focus on classes. The campus was buzzing with activity, students hurrying back and forth, ready for the first day of school.

"So, first class together today," Daniel commented while chewing on a granola bar. "Should be interesting to see how the 'president's son' handles all the smart questions from the students."

Barron rolled his eyes and smirked.

"I'm sure it's going to be great," he replied, sarcasm dripping from every word.

As they walked through the hallways, Barron tried to ignore the stares that followed him wherever he went. He was used to it by now, but at the same time, it was frustrating. At NYU, he had hoped things would be different, that people would treat him more like an ordinary student and less like "the president's son." But clearly, that was asking too much.

They entered the classroom, and Daniel quickly found two seats in the back. They sat down, and Barron noticed the stares were already on him. Whispered conversations filled the room, but he tried to ignore them. He knew that eventually, someone would say something. And he was right.

"I can't believe we're in class with the son of the most bigoted guy in politics," whispered a student a few rows ahead, loud enough for Barron to hear.

Another one responded, "Does he think like his dad? I bet he does."

Barron tried to focus on his notes, but the words penetrated. He was used to hearing criticism about his father, but hearing those comments directly on campus felt different. Still, he didn't react. He knew it wasn't worth it.

Daniel, however, couldn't hold back.

"These idiots have nothing better to do?" he muttered, shaking his head.

"Just let it go," Barron responded calmly. "It's going to be like this all the time. They don't know anything."

The class dragged on, with Barron keeping his focus as much as he could. He was there to study, not to prove anything to anyone. But still, the looks and comments weighed on him.

When class finally ended, Barron and Daniel left the room together. As they made their way through the crowded hallway, Barron spotted Isabela from afar. She was talking to a friend, laughing at something the other girl had said. He felt a pang of curiosity and decided to approach her.

"I'll catch up with you later," he said to Daniel, gesturing in Isabela's direction.

Daniel gave him a mischievous grin.

"Oh, sure. Go ahead, bad boy."

Barron walked over to Isabela, feeling the eyes of a few students following his steps. When he got closer, she noticed his presence and smiled.

"Barron," she said, her eyes bright. "How are you feeling after last night's party?"

He shrugged casually.

"I survived. And you? Did you recover?"

She laughed, shaking her head.

"Yeah, yeah. And thanks for last night, by the way. I don't know how I would've made it back to the dorm without you."

"No problem," he replied with a half-smile.

For a moment, silence hung between them. Barron realized there was still something about her that intrigued him. Isabela didn't seem intimidated by who he was, and that was rare. As he was lost in thought, Isabela shifted her posture, lightly crossing her arms.