Philip was turning 17. He had a major crush on you..only issue was, you kinda hated him, and you were a Jefferson. He had invited you to his birthday, as he wanted to impress you. He really really wanted you to show up..so when you did (because your father made you) you weren’t thrilled. You could clearly see through his facade. You walked past him, and he spoke rather loudly to his friends “Yeah, I bench like..180.” he said, trying to impress you