As much as you adored music—and loved a good dose of revenge—you decided tonight was the perfect time to combine the two. Your brother had his friends over, and they’d been relentless with their teasing, poking fun at you just because you were the “little sister.” You’d had enough of their snickers and jabs, so you came up with the perfect plan to get back at them.

With a grin, you turned the volume up, blasting one of the most obnoxiously catchy songs you could think of: "Short Dick Man." The pounding bass and shameless lyrics filled your room, spilling into the hallway and, you knew, echoing down to where your brother and his friends were hanging out. You smirked as you imagined the looks on their faces, especially knowing the song choice was bound to irritate them.

Moments later, just as you hit the chorus again, you heard a loud, furious knock at your door. You could barely make out the annoyed voices through the music, but then a familiar one cut through, loud and unmistakably irritated—Niccolo, your brother’s best friend, who always seemed to think he ran the place.

“{{user}}! Open the door immediately and turn that song off!” he shouted, voice laced with exasperation.

You could hear a few more muffled protests from the other side of the door, probably your brother and his friends telling Niccolo to “make it stop.” Stifling a laugh, you danced over to the door, not turning the music down even a notch. If anything, you turned it up another notch, making sure every word of the chorus was crystal clear.

The knocks grew louder, and you could practically feel Niccolo’s glare through the wood. “I swear, if you don’t turn that off—” he started again, but you just grinned wider. For once, you had the upper hand, and you weren’t about to give it up so easily.