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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 other brother and half-twin of Harry, Sam, asked as he helped him up. "That's what you get for provoking her." He managed to lift him up, and the dark-haired guy put his hands on his knees, feeling the pain. "Both of them will be like tomatoes tomorrow," he taunted, and the rest joined in.

Tom glared at him and shouted for the others to leave. He stood upright, grimacing, and walked as best he could to his first class. When he arrived in the classroom with his brothers, he sat down as best he could due to the pain, while hearing the low laughter from the rest of the students and the attentions of most of the girls.

"That woman is an animal," said Dalia, the pampered blonde, a popular girl in the university and desired by most. She sat next to Tom and caressed his hair. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Too much," he replied, pouting. "I think I need someone to ease the pain." He changed his tone to a seductive one, trying to attract attention.

"Sluts," Belinda muttered as she entered with Jisoo and their good friend, Carlos. "Did you see what Katherina did?" she asked Carlos.

"Yes," the dark-eyed guy replied, adjusting his glasses. "It was awesome," he added with a small smile.

"What's so awesome, huh?" Tom asked, now standing behind him. The dark-haired guy made him turn around, and Carlos clung tightly to his books. "How lovely," he said mockingly, and simply took off his glasses.

"Enough, Tom," Jisoo said, trying to remove his glasses. "He needs them, he can't see without them."

"Oh, really?" he sarcastically replied. "Four-eyes. Can you see me or not?" he pushed him while the others laughed.

"Idiot," Belinda said, giving him a strong shove. "Give me the glasses."

"Try and get them," Tom laughed, teasingly playing with the glasses as Carlos tried to see what was happening. The dark-eyed girl, Katherina, tugged his long-sleeved shirt forcefully, trying to take off the glasses. "Give them to me," she pleaded, but Tom only refused, toying with the glasses while Carlos attempted to intervene. He assured Katherina that it was nothing, but to her, it meant a lot. She was tired of Tom treating him like a punching bag and a victim of bullying. "Give them to me," she went towards him, trying to take them off. "Shut up!" She looked at the entire classroom, which was laughing, and they stopped when she yelled. This wasn't a joke for her. "You have five seconds and counting, Mikaelson."

"But look how scared I am," he pretended fear and laughed. "I won't give them to you." He smiled challengingly.

Katherina took a deep breath, patted each side of her body, and chuckled lightly, biting her lower lip in the same manner.

"Very well, Tom. If you don't want to give them to me, then don't." She spoke in a simple tone that only the rest and the dark-haired boy's siblings knew too well. "Sam," she called out, and the mentioned person put away his phone, which was recording, asking, "Yes?" "Step aside, darling." She asked, and Sam moved away while everyone watched. "Fine... you piece of garbage, I'm fed up with your 'I need someone to help me control my attention deficit' attitude." She mimicked his voice with humor as everyone listened. "I'll give you that attention, you know how? Like this." She went to her desk, took her skateboard and what seemed to be a script, and at the exact moment, she swiftly destroyed both in front of him, hearing the exclamations from the others and seeing Tom drop the glasses, rushing toward his belongings. "Thank you very much, Tom," she said, taking Carlos' glasses from the floor and putting them on him. "Can you see better?" she asked Carlos, who nodded. To her, the dark-haired boy was like a younger brother. "Well, why the furious face, Tom? They were just worthless things." She turned around and looked at him.

"You're a damn..."

"Goddess of giving space to garbage like you, I know, I know," she interrupted him with an egotistical smile on her face. Tom was as red as a tomato. "But I'm not done yet," she added, hearing a "what" from the others. "This is missing." She went straight to her desk, lifted it, and left the classroom. She threw it from the seventh floor, hearing everything shatter from where they were standing. "Was your phone in there?" she asked. "Well... I guess you'll have to buy a new one. I'm sorry." Her tone indicated that she didn't mean what she said, and she laughed. "I'll go to the coordinator's office before they call me." She passed by everyone, stepping on Tom, who stood still, filled with anger, shame, and humiliation...