Chapter 11 Megan and her friend's came

As Monika and Seraphina, hand in hand, shared a moment of laughter, they prepared to leave the washroom, unaware of the audience that awaited them outside. Megan, Rena, and Clara, drawn by curiosity and the recent spectacle involving Armin Rodríguez, were poised to confront the new girl who had caught Armin's eye.

As Megan, Rena, and Clara confronted Seraphina and Monika in the corridor, their eyes widened at the sight of Seraphina's beauty, each of them feeling a mix of envy and admiration.

Megan, unable to contain her jealousy any longer, stepped forward with a fierce glare, her words dripping with possessiveness. "Stay away from Armin," she spat, her voice sharp with anger. "He's mine, and I won't let you or anyone else come between us."

Seraphina blinked in surprise at the sudden hostility, her silver-gray eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and disbelief. Turning to Monika for support, she found her friend's gaze steely with determination.

"Who do you think you are?" Monika challenged, her voice tinged with defiance. "How dare you speak to my friend like that? You have no right to dictate who she can and can't talk to."

Megan, undeterred by Monika's boldness, squared her shoulders with a smug smirk. "I'm Megan Wilson, the cheerleader of the football team," she declared, her voice ringing with pride. "And Armin Rodríguez is mine. So back off, unless you want to feel the wrath of the most popular girl in Boston University."

But Monika, unimpressed by Megan's title, held her ground, her chin lifted defiantly. "Well, Megan Wilson, I don't care if you're the queen of the football team," she retorted, her voice firm. "No one treats my friend like that and gets away with it. So either show some respect, or prepare to face the consequences."

As Megan stood her ground, her chest puffed out with a mixture of indignation and self-importance, Seraphina and Monika exchanged quick, bewildered glances. The crowded hallway of Boston University suddenly felt more like the stage of a dramatic showdown than a place of learning.

"Megan Wilson, was it?" Seraphina's voice, laced with a calm she didn't feel, cut through the tension. "Well, Megan, I wasn't aware Armin was an item to be claimed. Last I checked, we're all free agents here," she replied, her tone dripping with a mixture of sarcasm and defiance.

Monika, always ready to defend her friend, couldn't help but add, "And being a cheerleader for the football team doesn't give you ownership rights over anyone, especially not Armin Rodríguez. Or did I miss the memo where people became prizes?"

Megan, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red, struggled to maintain her composure. "You don't understand. You're new here. Armin and I are... meant to be," she stammered, her conviction waning under the steady gaze of her challengers.

Rena and Clara, who had until now remained silent spectators, shifted uncomfortably, exchanging uncertain looks. It was clear the confrontation wasn't going as they had expected.

Seraphina, seizing the moment of doubt, stepped closer, her silver-gray eyes locking onto Megan's. "Look, Megan, I have no interest in starting a war over a guy, especially not one who thinks he can dictate who I talk to or how I dress. Maybe you should focus on someone who appreciates your... cheerleading."

Monika, smirking, couldn't resist a parting shot. "And perhaps try cheering for yourself for a change. It might be a refreshing experience."

As they turned to leave, Seraphina and Monika linked arms, their steps synchronized in a show of solidarity. Behind them, Megan, Rena, and Clara were left to digest the encounter, the balance of power subtly shifted.

The halls of Boston University, always a witness to the dramas of college life, had seen many confrontations, but few as charged and revealing as this. As word of the standoff spread, it was clear that Seraphina Holland was not a newcomer to be underestimated, and Megan Wilson's claim to Armin Rodríguez was far from unchallenged. The saga of love, jealousy, and independence was just beginning.

Megan stood there, the laughter of Seraphina and Monika echoing in her ears, the lines were drawn, setting the stage for future encounters.

Seraphina stepped forward, her intent clear in her gaze as she prepared to introduce herself to Megan. However, the sight of a crowd gathering, eager spectators to the unfolding drama, sparked a new wave of irritation within her. It was her first day at Boston University, and already, she found herself at the center of unwanted attention.

Despite her frustration, Seraphina recognized the importance of maintaining her family's reputation. With a calm yet firm voice, she addressed Megan directly, "If you want Armin, you can keep him. I am not interested in him at all." Her words left Megan, Rena, and Clara in a state of shock, their disbelief palpable. The idea that someone could so casually dismiss Armin Rodríguez, a figure of widespread admiration and desire, was unthinkable to them.

Seeking to escape the uncomfortable situation, Seraphina signaled to Monika, "Let's go, Monika." Monika, understanding the cue, was ready to leave, but they found their path blocked by Megan, who stood defiantly in the doorway.

It was then that a new voice broke through the tension. "Who is disturbing this beautiful lady?" Rocco and his friend Samar had arrived, drawn by the commotion. To Seraphina and Monika, Rocco and Samar were strangers, their sudden appearance adding another layer of complexity to an already confusing situation.

Rocco and Samar, oblivious to the earlier drama involving Armin, were immediately captivated by Seraphina's beauty. For Seraphina and Monika, such direct and public confrontation was foreign, a stark contrast to the decorum and privacy they were accustomed to in Switzerland.

With the crowd watching, Seraphina crossed her arms, her expression one of incredulity and exasperation. The spectacle before her was unlike anything she had experienced, a far cry from the high society norms she had grown up with.

As the standoff in the doorway continued, the dynamics within the group shifted, the introduction of Rocco and Samar injecting a new element of unpredictability into the encounter.

Seraphina, unfazed by the escalating tension, offered Rocco one of her enchanting smiles, complete with a cute dimple that seemed to strike Rocco like a lightning bolt.

With grace and a bit of sass, she took Monika's hand and gently but firmly pushed Megan aside, leaving Megan staring in disbelief. Without a backward glance, Seraphina and Monika made their way through the hallway, leaving a trail of whispers and awed looks from the gathered students.

As Megan's roar echoed through the corridor, the tension thickened, setting the stage for an explosive confrontation. Marco and Rocco, drawn by the commotion, approached cautiously, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding drama.

Seraphina stepped forward, her resolve steeled as she prepared to introduce herself to Megan. But before she could utter a word, a familiar voice cut through the chaos like a knife.

"Seraphina! You're here too?" The voice belonged to none other than Bjorn Rodríguez, Armin's unpredictable crackhead younger brother.

As all eyes turned towards Bjorn, his presence added another layer of intrigue to the already tense atmosphere. Tall, handsome, and possessing an aura of mystery, Bjorn commanded attention wherever he went.

Seraphina and Monika exchanged confused glances, their brows furrowed in bewilderment at Bjorn's unexpected appearance.

Megan, Rena, and Clara's hearts raced with anticipation, their curiosity piqued by the sudden introduction of this enigmatic figure into the mix.

"Who is he?" they whispered among themselves, their eyes wide with intrigue as they watched Bjorn with a mixture of fascination and apprehension.

Meanwhile, Seraphina couldn't shake the feeling that her second month at Boston University was shaping up to be far more eventful-and far more complicated-than she had ever anticipated. And with Bjorn Rodríguez now in the picture, she had a feeling that things were about to get even more interesting.