5. Moment.

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 things off the top floor? Ah, I remember, a maniac!" He shouted, and Katherina was seconds away from hitting him when the principal intervened.

"That's enough!" the exhausted principal raised his voice, tired of their argument, and they stopped insulting each other. "I've had enough of both of you, bored. You act like kindergarten kids."

"He's the one who acts like a kindergarten kid," Katherina pointed at Tom, who did the same. "Don't you realize the idiot starts it? You know I'm not stupid."

"I know, and that's even more reason why you shouldn't stoop down to the level of this Mikaelson student," the principal looked at him sternly. "Stop seeking trouble," he said to the dark-haired individual, who responded:

"She threw my things, for heaven's sake!" he exclaimed angrily. "Won't you do anything about it?"

"Other than the fact that your father Dominic came and made the commitment, I'll handle the rest," the principal said.

"Then..."

"The next time I hear that the two of you are arguing, insulting each other, I swear on the mediocre grades you have that both of you will be expelled from my institution," he declared, fed up. "Did you hear me?"

"His grades are bad, mine aren't. And you know it," Katherina said. "And yes, I heard."

"Bad grades, your great..."

"What did I just say?" she asked, lightly hitting the desk.

"Yes, Principal, I heard," Tom replied.

"Very well," the principal smiled, gathering some papers. "You may leave." With little regard for sounding somewhat disrespectful, he said that.

"That's what I'll do," Tom muttered, walking towards the exit and purposely pushing Katherina in the process.

"Son of a..." she planned to go after him, but Jisoo stopped her by holding her arm in the hallway. "He's a damn jerk, can't you see?"

—I already know, but try not to pay attention to him, please," she pleaded, and Katherina took a deep breath and nodded, having no other choice. "Changing the subject... Help me talk to Harry..."

"And since when am I," she pointed to herself with her index finger, "Cupid?"

"You have to do it yourself, Jisoo."

"Katherina..." She lightly pinched her right arm. "Don't leave me alone in this. You know I don't even know how to talk to a guy, let alone..."

"With the prostitute's brother, I know."

Jisoo laughed, and Katherina did too. Jisoo could definitely be the least daring girl when she wanted to. After a few minutes in the hallway, the brunette called Harry. When she saw him talking with some friends of hers, the red-haired guy approached them and didn't hesitate to ask what he would do to his brother the next time he bothered her.

"I can't do anything to him," she replied. "I don't plan on getting suspended from here, and believe me, my father would kill me."

"Then just don't give him any importance," Sam spoke as he approached them. "He's my brother, and I know him. He only does it to mess with you."

"Then tell him to stop bothering me. I'm not Dalia's whore."

"What did you call me?" she heard a voice from down the hallway. She turned around and saw it was Dalia along with her group of friends, who were approaching her.

Katherina spoke again as she got closer:

"Whore, that's what I called you, deafie," she said, looking at her face with a cynical smile. "But that nickname is too small for you." She grimaced. "Do you plan on hitting me with your cheap little hands? Go ahead."

Dalia opened her mouth but remained silent, listening to the low laughter from the others.

"You're a bitch," others exclaimed upon hearing the comment.

"I know," she smiled. "But unlike you, I actually wear the crown proudly." She added, and the rest just laughed and applauded. "Goodbye, fake. Go to Tom and let him do you a favor!"

She shouted as she walked away from her, entering the classroom, leaving Dalia with an expression of indignation on her face.