Chapter 9 Gossip about the new girl at the university

As Armin strode through the bustling corridors of Boston University, his presence seemed to command attention like a king among his subjects. Heads turned, whispers followed in his wake, and envious glances trailed after him like a cloak of admiration.

"Wow, have you seen Armin Rodríguez today?" one girl whispered to her friend, her eyes wide with awe. "He's even more handsome in person."

Her friend nodded eagerly, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, "I heard he aced that last law exam without even breaking a sweat. What a genius!"

Meanwhile, in a nearby classroom, Megan and her squad of loyal followers, Rena and Clara, huddled together, their heads bent in conspiratorial whispers.

"So, Rena, did you hear about that new girl who's been hanging around Armin lately?" Megan asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

Rena nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, you mean Seraphina? Yeah, I heard she's been turning heads left and right. Looks like she's got Armin wrapped around her little finger."

Clara chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we? I mean, who does she think she is, waltzing in here and stealing the spotlight from us?"

Megan smirked, a devious glint in her eye as she plotted their next move. "Exactly. It's time someone put that little upstart in her place. And who better to do it than us?"

With a shared laugh, the trio set their sights on their unsuspecting target, ready to confront Seraphina and put an end to her newfound popularity once and for all.

But little did they know, Seraphina was more than prepared to hold her own against their petty schemes. And as the battle lines were drawn in the hallowed halls of Boston University, one thing was for certain: it was about to get interesting.

As he strode through the hallways, flanked by his loyal compatriots, Navin and Luca, a hush would fall, only to be broken by a flurry of whispers and sidelong glances. Girls huddled in corners, casting furtive looks in his direction, their giggles barely masked by the palms of their hands. "Do you think he noticed me?" one would ask, only to be met with the dreamy sighs of her companions.

Meanwhile, the boys saw in Armin a beacon of what they aspired to be, though their admiration was tinged with a hint of envy. They watched from a distance, analyzing his every move, hoping to decode the secret to his magnetic appeal.

Yet, for all the attention he garnered, Armin's demeanor remained one of cool detachment. His confidence, bordering on arrogance, was an unspoken challenge, making him all the more an enigma.

It was in this charged atmosphere that Megan, Rena, and Clara, driven by a blend of curiosity and the desire to stir the waters, decided to confront Seraphina, the latest focal point of Armin's elusive attention. With a strategy born of many a whispered conference, they approached her, their expressions a mix of feigned concern and barely concealed intrigue.

"Seraphina, darling," Megan began, her voice dripping with a sweetness that was as genuine as a three-dollar bill. "We couldn't help but notice our dear Armin's sudden interest in you. Quite the mystery, isn't it?"

Rena chimed in, her eyes wide with innocence that fooled no one. "Yes, absolutely! We just want to make sure you're prepared. You know, for the spotlight and all that comes with it," she said, her gaze flickering to Clara for support.

Clara, ever the dramatic, leaned in closer, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "And between us, girl, how do you plan to keep him interested? He's known for his... shall we say, fleeting attentions?"

Seraphina, caught in the unexpected ambush, took a moment to gauge her audience. A slow smile spread across her face, one that spoke of a confidence she felt bubbling up from within. "Well, ladies," she began, her tone laced with a humor that surprised even her, "I suppose I'll have to rely on my charm and wit. After all, isn't that what caught his eye in the first place?"

The trio was momentarily taken aback, their expressions shifting from smug anticipation to grudging respect. Megan, regaining her composure, offered a laugh that sounded more genuine than any of them expected. "Well then, we'll just have to see how this all plays out, won't we?"

As they parted ways, the corridors of Boston University echoing with the remnants of their encounter, Seraphina couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. With every step, she felt more prepared to navigate the challenges and intrigues that lay ahead.

As Seraphina gracefully glided through the crowded corridors of Boston University, she seemed to cast a spell over all who beheld her. Boys' hearts fluttered at the sight of her ethereal beauty, their minds ablaze with questions about her mysterious origins.

Marco's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched Seraphina pass by, his gaze locked on her like a moth drawn to a flame. "Where is she from?" he mused aloud, his voice tinged with wonder. "I've never seen anyone so beautiful in my life."

Beside him, Rocco nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Seraphina's retreating figure. "She's like a vision from another world," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anyone quite like her."

Marco's determination hardened as he watched Seraphina disappear around a corner, his mind already racing with plans to make her his own. "I don't care who she is," he declared, his voice firm with conviction. "I want her, and I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine."

But Rocco, ever the realist, couldn't help but notice the subtle defiance in Seraphina's demeanor as she walked, her head held high and her expression unreadable. "Have you seen the way she carries herself?" he remarked, his tone thoughtful. "She's not like other girls. She's... different."

Marco nodded in agreement, scratching his head in frustration as he tried to decipher the enigma that was Seraphina Holland. "Yeah, and what's with those clothes and that bag she always carries?" he muttered, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I may not know much about fashion, but even I can tell that she's something special."

As they continued to watch Seraphina's retreating form, surrounded by a cloud of mystery and intrigue, one thing became abundantly clear: Seraphina Holland was a force to be reckoned with, and she would leave no heart untouched in her wake.