Chapter 5 The popular boy

In the bustling corridors and vibrant classrooms of Boston University, Armin Rodríguez quickly rose to prominence, becoming the name on everyone's lips. His multifaceted talents and striking presence set him apart, drawing both admiration and envy in equal measure.

Everywhere he went, Armin's charisma and accomplishments sparked conversations. Girls whispered among themselves, hoping to catch his eye and dreaming of being the one to win his heart. Boys, on the other hand, saw in him a figure to emulate, someone whose friendship could elevate their own standing within the university's social hierarchy.

Despite his popularity, Armin carried himself with an air of detachment and confidence that bordered on arrogance. He moved through the university with a reserve that made him seem unreachable, a mystery that many longed to unravel. This demeanor, however, did not endear him to everyone.

Whispers began to circulate, fueled by jealousy and resentment. "He thinks he's better than everyone else," some said, casting disdainful glances his way. Others simply shook their heads, dismissing him as too arrogant, too self-assured. But for Armin, such opinions mattered little. He remained unfazed by the swirl of emotions he elicited, from adoration to animosity.

Armin's focus was elsewhere, on his studies, his ambitions, and perhaps on a personal quest that none could guess. He walked the paths of Boston University with a sense of purpose that seemed to transcend the usual concerns of university life. To him, the whisperings of jealousy, the longing looks, and even the offers of friendship were just background noise, elements of a world he observed but chose not to engage with on their terms.

This stance only served to heighten the intrigue surrounding him. Students watched from afar, some hoping for a glimpse of vulnerability, others simply curious to see how far he would go. Would he remain the solitary figure, untouched by the social dynamics that played out around him, or would there come a moment when he chose to step down from his pedestal and reveal the person behind the persona?

As the weeks turned into months at Boston University, Armin Rodríguez's reputation soared, making him the center of attention and the topic of countless conversations. His exceptional talents and achievements quickly marked him as an all-rounder, admired by many for his capabilities. Every girl on campus seemed to dream of being by his side, while every boy wished for the prestige of being called his friend. However, Armin's demeanor set him apart in ways that were not always favorable.

Despite his popularity, Armin carried himself with an air of arrogance and reserve that was unmistakable. He moved through the halls of Boston University with a quiet confidence, engaging with his peers on his terms and remaining distant from the social whirlwind that sought to pull him in. This aloofness, combined with his exceptional talents and the Rodriguez name, brewed a mix of jealousy and resentment among some students.

As weeks turned into months at Boston University, Armin Rodríguez's reputation grew larger than life. His prowess in academics, sports, and seemingly every field he touched made him the center of attention, a beacon that everyone was drawn to, yet few could reach.

In the bustling cafeteria, whispers and stares followed Armin as he walked in. "There he goes. Every girl's dream and every guy's envy," one student whispered to her friend, her eyes tracking Armin's confident stride.

"Yeah, but have you tried talking to him? He's like a fortress, completely unapproachable," her friend replied, a mix of admiration and frustration in her voice.

Across the room, a group of guys watched Armin sit down alone, his focus on the book in front of him, oblivious to the surrounding murmurs. "I thought about joining his study group, you know, get on his good side. But man, the guy's got walls higher than this cafeteria," one of them said, only half-joking.

"Yeah, and anyone who tries to climb them ends up falling flat. He doesn't need us; he's in a league of his own," another added, a hint of respect mingling with the underlying jealousy.

At a corner table, a couple of students debated whether to approach him. "Come on, let's just say hi. How bad can it be?" one of them encouraged, eager to break into Armin's exclusive circle.

"Are you kidding? Haven't you heard? He doesn't waste time on anyone. Acts like he owns the place," the other retorted, the idea of rejection too daunting to entertain.

Even as Armin's popularity soared, so did the rift between him and the rest of the student body. His isolation, self-imposed and complete, left many feeling either resentful or outright hostile. "He walks around like he's better than us. Just because he's a Rodríguez," a student muttered as Armin passed by, loud enough for others to hear but not confront.

Yet, for all the chatter and speculation, Armin remained unfazed, a solitary figure navigating the collegiate waters with an air of detachment. His lack of concern for the opinions of others was as well-known as his accomplishments, a barrier that few dared to challenge.

One day, outside the library, a bold student stopped him in his tracks. "Hey, Armin, why so aloof? You're missing out on the real Boston University experience," she said, a friendly smile on her face, attempting to pierce his armor.

Armin paused, his gaze meeting hers, and for a moment, the air was thick with anticipation. Then, with a shrug, he replied, "The 'real Boston University experience' isn't my priority. I'm here to excel, not to socialize." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the student and onlookers in a silent mix of awe and dismay.

On the football field at Boston University, anticipation hung heavy in the air as the team lined up, awaiting the announcement of this year's captain. Coach Elvis, holding the decisive paper in his hand, scanned the faces of his players, each one eager to hear the verdict.

"According to the performance and score," Coach Elvis began, his voice steady and clear, "I announce Armin as the team captain." The announcement was met with a burst of applause from the team, acknowledging Armin Rodríguez's undeniable talent and leadership on the field.

However, not everyone shared in the celebration. Rocco, flanked by his friends, couldn't contain his displeasure. "Coach, don't you think Armin is getting too much attention at the university because he is the son of Gabriel Rodríguez?" he challenged, his voice tinged with resentment.

Coach Elvis, taken aback by the accusation, responded firmly, "Absolutely not, Rocco. Armin's performance is far better than yours. You can check the report by yourself." With that, he handed the chart sheet to Rocco, inviting him to verify the facts.

Rocco and his friends scrutinized the list, their frustration evident as they realized the numbers didn't lie. Rocco, unable to hide his animosity, glared at Armin, his disdain for the newly appointed captain clearer than ever.

Coach Elvis retrieved the list from Rocco's hand, his patience wearing thin. "Don't you even dare to question my judgment again. Or I will not think twice about kicking you out of this team," he warned, his tone leaving no room for further discussion. With a final glance at Rocco, simmering with anger, Coach Elvis turned and walked away.

As the coach's footsteps faded, Samar placed a comforting hand on Rocco's shoulder. "It's ok for now. Maybe we'll teach that Rodríguez boy a lesson later," he whispered, his words a mix of consolation and conspiracy.

As Armin Rodríguez prepared to leave the football field, still processing the events that had just unfolded, Rocco's venomous words sliced through the air, aiming to wound deeply. "What is it about your mental crack mother, Armin? I heard you and your brother were so much bullied in the school, that you had to leave Boston." The insult, cruel and personal, halted Armin in his tracks, his body tensing with a surge of anger.

Before Armin could react, the situation escalated in a way no one anticipated. Out of nowhere, a powerful punch landed squarely on Rocco's face, sending him stumbling backward. The sudden act of violence shocked everyone into silence. Armin, along with the rest of the onlookers, turned in astonishment toward the source of the intervention.

Jason, a boy known more for his quiet presence than for physical confrontations, stood with his fist still clenched, his expression one of righteous anger. "How do you even dare to talk like this about someone's mother? Do you even know who his mother is? She is Lilian Rodríguez, one of the biggest computer geniuses and programmers this world has ever witnessed. She is a national hero," Jason declared, his voice carrying a mix of respect for Lilian and disdain for Rocco's disrespect.

Rocco and Samar, caught off guard by the unexpected defense and the force of Jason's conviction, could only stand in stunned silence. With no words left to say, Jason turned and walked away, leaving a palpable tension in his wake.

The students who had gathered, now bearing witness to this moment of solidarity and respect, looked at Rocco with undisguised contempt. The air was charged with a newfound awareness of the gravity of Rocco's words and the unwavering respect owed to the Rodríguez family.

Navin, moving through the crowd, approached Armin with a gesture of friendship and support. "Hey, buddy, are you okay? If you need any support, don't hesitate to ask. I may not match your league, but I will always be there to support you," he offered, his words sincere and unwavering.

Armin, still reeling from the shock of the incident, found himself at a loss for words. The day had brought unexpected challenges and revelations, but also a moment of unexpected camaraderie and support. For the first time since his arrival at Boston University, Armin Rodríguez felt a connection to his peers, a sense of belonging that transcended the boundaries of wealth, reputation, and personal struggles.

As he looked around at the faces of his fellow students, some filled with concern, others with admiration, Armin realized that Boston University might yet become a place where he could find not just academic achievement, but also genuine connections and perhaps, in time, a sense of community.

Armin, taken aback by the sincerity in Navin's voice, paused and asked, "Who are you?" Navin's response was simple yet revealing. "I'm Navin. My father works at Rodríguez Empire in Boston. My education here is actually paid by your father's company." The revelation surprised Armin, breaking down a barrier he hadn't realized was there. For the first time at Boston University, Armin extended his hand for a handshake, a gesture that marked the beginning of a new friendship.

"Do you want to have a meal together in the cafeteria?" Armin asked, an invitation that would have seemed unlikely moments before. Navin's smile broadened. "Of course, I would love to," he replied, accepting the offer.

Their exchange caught the attention of Megan, who had been watching from a distance. Seizing the opportunity, she approached Armin with a cheerful, "Hello Armin, I am Megan. Do you mind if I join you?" However, Armin's reaction was not what she expected. His demeanor changed instantly, his response cold and dismissive. "Absolutely not. Stay away from me," he said before turning to leave with Navin, leaving Megan stunned and hurt.

The incident quickly drew a crowd of Megan's friends-Samantha, Rena, and Clara-who rushed to her side, bewildered by Armin's harsh rejection. "What's wrong with this Armin? Why is he so arrogant?" Clara inquired, trying to make sense of the situation.

Megan, her pride wounded, could barely contain her frustration. "Seems like he's too proud of his status and his father's money," she bit out, her words a mix of anger and disappointment.

Rena, ever the voice of reason, offered a different perspective. "No one has seen Armin talking to any woman at this university. Maybe he has a girlfriend," she suggested, trying to find a rationale for his behavior.

Megan's jealousy flared at the thought, her feelings towards Armin complicated by his rejection and the mystery surrounding his personal life. The interaction left a sour taste, sparking rumors and speculation that would ripple through the Boston University campus.

As Armin and Navin walked away, a new friendship forming with each step, they remained unaware of the storm of emotions they had left in their wake.