The Betrayer.

I swear to God that you will pay for this humiliation, you damn bitch. ------------------------------------ It was noon, and she was heading to Golden Gate University, one of the best universities in San Francisco that only a few could enter. She walked with several of her friends while her best friend Jisoo, with her high-pitched voice, cheerfully told them about her weekend at a friend's house with her parents. They all laughed at some anecdotes that the brunette shared about that weekend when, just before stepping into the university, she bumped into someone, causing some of her heavy books to fall to the ground. She was seconds away from uttering an obscenity, but upon seeing who it was, she realized that an insult wouldn't be enough. "Sorry, I didn't see you coming," he said in a tone dripping with sarcasm as she watched the pages fly out from between the books. "Hello, Katherina," he greeted, flashing that trademark smile that had the opposite effect on everyone else. Have yo

"Miss Jackson, repeat once again the commitment you must make," said Director Kim Yeo-jin, leaning on the desk with both hands, looking at her over her black glasses. She had been pulled out of a meeting for the sixth time that week due to the somewhat rebellious behavior of the young girl with a dark complexion in front of her. That Latina, residing in America and living in San Francisco, with her attractive, tender, and sexy physique. And most boys knew it. Kim waited for her to say something. At that moment, she looked at him with defiance and annoyance. "Again?" she asked, with a pout, to which Kim crossed her arms."How troublesome..." she muttered impatiently. "I've been sitting here for two long hours, repeating the same thing. Just let it be." "I don't want to," said Katherina Jackson Collins, and she let out a frustrated sigh. "Repeat it again; it's an order." "...I firmly promise," she chuckled softly, knowing she wouldn't keep her word. "Not to throw paint balloons again,

Upon arrival, they entered and saw the principal, followed by a certain dark-haired individual leaning against the back of the office. "Finally here," spoke Principal Jackson in his typical gruff and somewhat intimidating voice. He was a chubby, short man with a possessive and hostile demeanor. "You seem to enjoy being here, don't you?" "I don't just like it," Katherina replied, signing the commitment. "I'm fascinated by it, you have no idea." She handed him the pen, and Jisoo shook her head in amusement. "Anything else?" "Yes," Jackson responded, adjusting his suit. "Better discipline." "Don't make me laugh," said, aware of this better than anyone else. She felt a squeeze on her right foot as Jisoo stepped on it, signaling her to be quiet. She sighed. "When that..." She pointed at Tom, who had just finished signing. "Stops messing around and bothering me with pleasure, I'll behave." "Am I bothering you?" Tom's voice, unable to bear it, asked. "Who was it that threw my desk and th

The clock was already past 11 in the morning, and it was time to go to university. Therefore, the brunette had hurried to get organized and be ready to leave. "I'm leaving now, Dad," Katherina announced as she descended from the second floor, standing at the foot of the stairs. Idris, who was on the second floor, quickly came down, adjusting his tie alongside his wife Clara, a beautiful woman with fair skin, blue eyes, and Asian features, looking perfect. They reached her and gave her a good morning kiss. Her mother went straight to the kitchen, packed some food in her backpack, and gave her money, as she always did since Katherina was a child. In response to this familiar gesture, the brunette said, "You never change, do you?" in a somewhat playful tone, and her mother shook her head and smiled. She kissed Katherina's cheek, and her father as well. Nevertheless, the extra money was certainly appreciated. "What time will you be back?" she asked as they walked towards the living room

"Holy father!" he exclaimed, bursting into laughter that he had been holding back. "You're a son of the same drama queen." He shook him and laughed even harder. "You nailed it, Tom," Harrison told him. "I can't..." Laya laughed alongside Harrison, placing her hands around their stomachs. "God... I've never laughed this much, seriously." "You're a great actor," Harrison said, patting his shoulder. "I know, I know," he said with an egotistical tone, wiping his tears with a triumphant smile, the kind that achieved what he wanted. "You can't be any more stupid because 'idiot' isn't your last name." "That was brilliant," Harrison said as they decided to skip class and were now in the large field. "What's next? This is getting interesting." "You'll find out what comes next, just be patient," he rubbed his hands together maliciously, taking a sip of soda, planning the next move, convinced it would be even better than before.He fell into this, and he would fall into the next, he said to