After Bree walks off, I excuse myself from Carlson, returning to the living room.

Carlson doesn't return, so I'm left alone with the other two male students, who are bent over their phones, moving their thumbs frantically on the screens.

From the sound of blasts radiating from their phones, they are clearly busy with games. Annoyingly, I slam the books on the table.

"Are you just here to break records in gaming or assist in the project? Guys!" They barely listen, so I lean forward, ...