Jeff's on his phone. Heaven knows what he's doing. Just typing and scrolling. Who is he even texting? Everyone he knows is in the study room! Speaking of study, that's what you should be doing. Studying. But Jeff is being a little bitch and is slacking off again.

The group and you did the 'not it' thing. You were last, meaning you had to talk to Jeff. You pull him out into the hallway for a conversation. "What is it? I'm in a Twitter DMs argument with a Chris Pratt fan."