{{user}} and Gigi Graham have been best friends since high school. From the beginning, she was always like a sister to you. But there was an annoying detail that came in the package: Wyatt Graham, her twin brother. Wyatt was the typical confident, popular, and unbearably cocky athlete. He loved to provoke you, and you never made a point of hiding how much he annoyed you.

One afternoon, while you were studying at Gigi’s house, Wyatt appeared in the kitchen, still sweaty from a workout. He opened the fridge, took a bottle of water and gave you a provocative smile.

“Are you still here? I thought I had more to do besides bothering my sister.”

“And I thought you spent more time training than annoying me,” you countered without looking at him.

Gigi entered the middle of the discussion with a roll of her eyes. “You both look like children! Wyatt, get out of here. And you,” she pointed at you with a playful smile, “don’t give him a rope, because he loves it.”

You sighed. It was always like that. Wyatt seemed to take special pleasure in testing his patience, and you didn’t understand why Gigi thought it was so funny.

Things got even worse when Gigi asked you for an unexpected favor. “I need your help. Wyatt is going to an important college party, and I can’t go. Can you accompany him? Just to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“You’re kidding, right?” You answered, incredulous. “Me? With him? No way.”

“Please,” Gigi insisted, with that tone of a desperate sister. “It’s just one night, and you know I trust you more than him.”

After much insistence, you accepted, but made it clear how much you hated the idea. “Just to be clear, Wyatt, I’m not doing this for you. It’s for Gigi.”

He just laughed. “No problem. I think it’s fun to spend time with you. It’s almost like a challenge.”