3. Always Step.

"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, not to drop desks from seventh-floor windows, like the one belonging to that idiot Tom. And for the remainder of the year, I won't do anything against any teacher, especially not against you, the principal. Are you satisfied now?"

"More than satisfied," replied Kim, collecting some documents and adjusting her glasses. "Please, Miss Jackson, refrain from getting into more trouble. It's embarrassing to call your... father to these meetings three times a week." She knew very well that Katherina found her father, Mr. Idris Collins, a very attractive man. He was a highly important businessman and desired by many, especially the principal. And Katherina was well aware of that, which amused her endlessly.

"Embarrassing that he comes to hear about the mischiefs I do?" She furrowed her brow and laughed. "Let's call things what they are. What's embarrassing is that you turn as red as a tomato when you see... Daddy." Looking toward the entrance, there he was in his black suit, exuding his typical egocentric and masculine air. "Him." She finished, and Kim felt her cheeks burning. "Hello, Daddy."

"Hello, sweetheart," he greeted, kissing her temple and gently stroking her dark wavy hair. "Good afternoon, Miss Kim," he greeted, removing his sunglasses, revealing his beautiful light brown eyes. "What has Katherina done now?" he asked, sighing. This was giving him more gray hairs than he already had. He knew his daughter was an incorrigible rebel, and all of this reminded him of his younger self. Except for the small detail that, unlike his daughter, he wasn't 50% covered in tattoos, although they were rather beautiful.

"Well..." He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Your daughter has been involved in recent issues with several students, including the student Tom Mikaelson," he said. "She threw his desk from the seventh floor."

"Because that idiot deserved it," Katherina spoke up, and Principal Kim asked her to moderate her language. "Tom started it, I asked him to behave and he didn't. I'm tired of it."

"But that's not the way to solve things."

"Then how? By talking to him like a preschooler? No, ma'am, that's not how I roll."

Her father looked at her sternly, and she felt like she was in trouble. The principal detailed everything she had done, and she felt her father's gaze could kill her.

"Wait," Katherina interrupted halfway through the conversation. "I've never threatened Mr. Creides. That Tom... He's a first-class liar. I haven't unleashed all my revenge on him yet," she whispered the last part. "I don't know why he's complaining, he starts it and I finish it."

"Is the damage to other people's belongings not enough for you?"

"Yes," she replied, and her father scolded her by exclaiming her name. "Oh no, I'm not going to say it was unintentional when it was. Tom deserved it, and I'm not done."

"What am I going to do with you?" her father asked, repressing a slight smile in his eyes. "Katherina, behave."

"Are you really..." Her father's darkened look silenced her; he was angry. "I already promised I wouldn't do it again..."

"We'll see," said the principal, handing Idris the citation to sign. "Thank you for coming," she said in the hallway of the large university. "I hope this is the last time."

"The last time you feel like kissing him," Katherina replied, tying her curly hair up in a high ponytail, noticing how the principal's eyes widened. She saw her handsome, loving father trying not to laugh. "Sorry, then," she raised her hands in a gesture of peace. "I won't say a word."

"Tuck in your sleeves," the principal requested, trying not to appear nervous. "You know tattoos are prohibited here."

"I know," Katherina said, and she rolled up the sleeves of her white sweatshirt even more. Kim rolled her eyes and sighed; this girl was going to give her a headache.