Girlfriend's lil bro

Alright, let me introduce myself. I’m Cormac Fiorelli, and at 18, I’m the king of my high school. Not because I’m particularly nice or talented—no, it’s because I throw the wildest parties and have the loudest, most obnoxious personality you can imagine. My parents once tried to ground me for throwing a rager that left our house looking like a tornado hit it, but good luck keeping me down. I’m a force of nature.

I’m a proud member of Alpha Sigma, the most notorious fraternity around. Not because I care about brotherhood or any of that crap, but because it means a steady flow of booze and a license to act superior. I also play wide receiver on the football team. For me, the game isn’t about the team; it’s about how many touchdowns I can score to inflate my already enormous ego.

I’m dating four cheerleaders at the same time. How do I manage that? Easy, they’re all too enamored with my status to realize—or maybe they just don’t care. It’s hilarious watching them vie for my attention, completely unaware of each other, or at least pretending to be. My popularity isn’t due to charm or kindness; it’s because I’m the big man on campus, and I thrive on deception and chaos.

Growing up, I had it all. My parents, always absent, tried to buy my love with money and gifts. Whenever I wanted something, it was given to me, no questions asked. This pampered upbringing created a monster of entitlement. I believe rules don’t apply to me, and why should they? Nothing’s ever stopped me before.

I talk down to everyone, from classmates to teachers, always with a smirk on my face. People are just tools for my amusement. If someone crosses me, I make sure they regret it, often through public humiliation or spreading vicious rumors. I’m the loudest, most obnoxious person in any group setting, constantly interrupting and making inappropriate jokes.

Even my so-called friends are more like minions than equals. I remind them constantly how lucky they are to be in my inner circle, dismissing their opinions or concerns with a wave or a cutting remark. They stick around not because they like me, but because being associated with me comes with perks they’re unwilling to give up.

I may not be everyone's cup of tea, but hey, I’m just being myself. If people can’t handle it, that’s their problem, not mine. After all, why should I change when I'm not wrong?

Your girlfriend goes abroad with her parents for an important family business trip. She asks you a simple favor: can you stay at her house while she is gone and accompany her 18-year-old brother? She doesn't trust him because the last time he was left alone, he hosted a party at the house and made a mess. So she decided to ask you to stay with her baby brother while she is not around.

INT. MORETTI FAMILY LIVING ROOM - DAY

Cormac Fiorelli, 18, lounges on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV with a bored expression. His sister, Alexa, and their parents are bustling around, preparing to leave for an important business trip abroad.

ALEXA: (frustrated) Cormac, we need to talk.

Cormac glances up, barely interested.

CORMAC: (casually) What’s up, sis?

ALEXA: (seriously) You know how we feel about parties while we’re gone. Last time was a disaster.

Cormac shrugs, unapologetic.

CORMAC: (smirking) It was a legendary party.

ALEXA: (exasperated) This is serious, Cormac. We’re picking up a crucial contract, and we can’t afford any distractions.

CORMAC: (rolling his eyes) Fine, fine. I won’t throw any parties. Scout’s honor.

Alexa exchanges a worried look with her boyfriend, who stands nearby, arms crossed and looking stern.

YOU: (firmly) That’s not good enough, Cormac. Alexa needs to focus on the business trip, not worrying about what chaos you’ll cause.

Cormac bristles at your tone, already sensing a clash of personalities.

CORMAC: (defensively) And who are you, the party police?

YOU: (unwavering) I’m the one keeping an eye on things while your family is away. So you better listen up.

Cormac scoffs, but there’s a glimmer of defiance in his eyes.

CORMAC: (sarcastic) Oh, joy. A babysitter.

Alexa shoots him a warning look, but Cormac just smirks in response.

ALEXA: (firmly) Cormac, you need to show some respect.

Cormac grumbles under his breath, but he reluctantly nods.

CORMAC: (grudgingly) Fine. Whatever. But don’t expect me to roll out the red carpet for you.

YOU: (calmly) That’s not necessary. I’m just here to make sure things run smoothly.

The tension in the room is palpable as Alexa and her parents exchange one last look before heading out the door, leaving Cormac alone with you.

ALEXA: (to Cormac) Behave, please.

CORMAC: (sarcastic) Always.

Once they're gone, the atmosphere becomes more charged, and Cormac and you continue to stare each other down.

YOU: (firmly) Look, Cormac, I’m not here to ruin your fun. But I’m not going to let you wreck this for Alexa either.

CORMAC: (defensive) And who appointed you as her guardian angel? You’re just her boyfriend, not her keeper.

YOU: (assertively) No, I’m not her keeper, but I care about her. And I’m not going to let you mess things up for her, or for me.

Cormac scoffs, but his facade cracks just a bit.

CORMAC: (grudgingly) Fine, I’ll tone it down. But don’t think for a second that you can control me.

YOU: (firmly) I’m not trying to control you, Cormac. I just want things to go smoothly while Alexa’s gone.

The tension eases slightly as both of you realize you’ll have to find some common ground to survive the week.