I swear to God that you will pay for this humiliation, you damn bitch.
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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 you ever had the experience where someone's voice sounds to you like the most unpleasant, repulsive, and undesired sound in the world? Well, something like that happens to Katherina, who got lost for several minutes in the man's voice, idealizing a thousand ways to break that face that all the girls except her consider angelic. She looked at him directly in the eyes in the worst possible way, while Stefany, another friend of hers, and Jisoo kindly picked up the fallen papers.
"Hi, Tom," said Jisoo, the dark-eyed girl, gruffly as she gathered the papers. "I thought you'd skip classes like you've done the whole damn week." Her tone was sarcastic and cynical; I must add that she can't stand Mikaelson. She thinks he believes he's the ultimate and he's not. That much was clear to her.
TOM MIKAELSON HONSON:
23 years old, from the outskirts of London. A guy some envy and others simply wish to see six feet under, including Jisoo, Stefany, Belinda, and Katherina herself. For the rest, he was the funny, egocentric, attractive guy that every woman wanted to have by her side... Well, idolized by half the university, not to mention that some female professors were probably equally smitten, maybe even looking for a way to get him expelled.
For the dark-skinned girl with a tough appearance and a strong temper, he was and would always be that damn idiot who thought he was a god. Or as Belinda - another friend of the brunette - described him: "the super fucking player of the university who thinks he has all the girls at his feet." She couldn't stand him, and she had every justification for it.
She hated even looking at his face, a face that all the girls in her class described over and over again without fail. His wavy hair that sometimes varied in color, but at this moment, it was black-brown; his beautiful brown eyes with hints of hazel that, according to them, made them melt.
A couple of idiots, she would say when she saw them in that illogical hypnotic state over a guy who wasn't all that. Belinda noticed how Katherina clenched her jaw, knowing perfectly well that her best friend was seconds away from pouncing on Tom...
"You're a..." the brunette began, and Belinda interrupted her. "Move aside," she said, practically pushing him, causing him to collide with one of the boys in the hallway. "You idiot, do you have your eyes in your ass or what?"
"I suppose, do you see them?" He turned around, and his backside faced Katherina, who had crouched down to finish picking up her books.
"Very funny," she said with a smile that her friends took as wicked. "No, on second thought, they're not there."
"So?" He crossed his arms, facing her again, pretending to care about all this. He had that smug look on his face that only made the brunette angrier.
"Katherina..." Jisoo called her softly. "Don't pay attention to him, it's not the first time."
Of course, it wasn't. Every time, at the same hour, he made her drop whatever she was holding, from her morning coffee to her art projects. Each time, she would insult him, deliver a powerful blow, and end up walking away while Tom remained unaffected and found it amusing. Katherina smiled without showing her teeth and spoke:
"Do you really want to know where they are?" She asked in a flirtatious tone, getting closer to Tom more than necessary. Her friends exchanged confused looks at her behavior. "Right here, you piece of idiot." Without hesitation, the brunette's knee delivered a harsh blow to the dark-haired guy's groin, causing him to let out a painful groan and fall to his knees. No one expected that, especially not Tom himself. "Mess with me again, and I swear on your disgusting face that next time, your balls will be hanging from the school's Christmas tree," she whispered close to his right ear, before giving him another punch and resuming her walk.
Each and every person in the hallway recorded everything that happened while laughing, assuming it was the best thing the girl they would join for any mischief had ever done. However, they knew that this was nothing compared to the slap she had given him a few days earlier for messing with her shy friend, Carlos. That, for them, was the highlight of their social lives. Tom was still lying on the floor, writhing in pain, his hands between his legs, unable to get up. "That was brilliant," his brother Harry said, laughing, pausing the recording on his cell phone. He was red with laughter and even more so at the pained expression on his brother's face. He knew what Katherina was like, and he wouldn't want to be an enemy of that woman. So, he was just friends with her, and they got along very well. But as they say: Keep your enemies closer than close. Be glad it wasn't on your face. "Shut up, idiot," he said, groaning in pain. "Damn Katherina, damn bitch..." "Do you want to die?" his ot
"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,
"Daddy," Katherina said in a childish tone as she descended the stairs to the first floor with her father. "I love you, you know?" She shrugged slightly with a smile, but her father just looked at her disdainfully. "Sorry," she hugged him like a teddy bear. "Don't be mad... Dad!" "...It's clear you haven't learned to understand your father," he burst into laughter, and Katherina looked at him seriously, crossing her arms. "Oh, come on, honey," he hugged her and kissed her temple. "I'll never be mad at you." "Silly," she playfully punched his shoulder and laughed with her father. "I thought you were." "You know that as long as you don't fail your semesters, everything will be fine. But please, try not to argue with that boy anymore." "I'll try, father, but that idiot keeps bothering and I'm not like the others who let themselves be pushed around. Besides, he bothered Carlos." - "Again?" he asked. He knew both Carlos and Tom very well. Carlos lived down the block, and Tom was a few
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
It was six o'clock in the evening and everyone was already home. Upon arriving, he threw his backpack on the couch and sat at the kitchen table on one of the high stools, eating dinner made by his mother. He turned on the TV and his mother sat beside him and spoke. "Well..." Leila, his mother, sighed. "Is everything fine with Katherina?" "Neither here nor there," he replied, taking a bite. "I can't stand her, I detest her. She thinks she's the important one." "That's what they say about you too," his mother said, and Tom glanced at the TV with annoyance. "Leave that girl alone, don't you have anyone else to bother?" "It seems not," Harry said, approaching them and feeding his dog, Tessa. "But still, Katherina always puts him in his place, never fails." "I think that's perfect," Leila said, and Tom looked at her as if to say, "Now you're on her side." The woman didn't care much and continued speaking. "In that regard, she resembles both her father Idris and her mother Clara. Leave
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
What the hell was happening? In what world was she now? Damn, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was impossible for her, what her eyes were seeing. "And... I must be hallucinating," Katherina said, closing and reopening her eyes. "Tom, Tom Mikaelson crying, that can't be... possible." Belinda spoke this time, saying, "Come on, Katherina, of course it has to be. Or are you going to say he has a twin?" "Yes," Katherina replied, and Belinda rolled her eyes with a giggle. "It's pathetic, God, I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's pitiful," she frowned, and the dark-haired girl laughed. "It's just...," she looked at Belinda and asked, "Why is he crying or what?" "I don't know. But I'll ask him now." With that said, both of them started walking towards the outskirts of the drawing room. Tom was with his friends, who were either trying to calm him down or comforting him. He was literally in tears, and it was clear from a distance that whatever was happening to him was caus
"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