"...I mean, I've marginally more interest in watching you do it than I'd want to watch anyone else do it?" Admittedly, there was something to be said for cocky Harvey. That grin, that laugh and the way he could make out with him for hours just because of how damnably attractive it was. Fuck. Maybe he was a bit of a cliché after all. "I'd come and watch, but then I'd miss out on you summarising the highlights for me afterwards."

So many plays explained to him, never had he cared so little and learned so little. It was almost a meditative exercise. "Won't the whole school be there anyway? Don't tell me you actually care whether little old me is in that adoring crowd too."