"Sure. I'll come see it and you'll come watch me live on stage for every performance this semester." Edward said it drily, not expecting Harvey to come to any of the performances. Football and theatre didn't mix, not in high school, and this was a musical. No way was that happening.

Comparatively, he didn't think his reputation would be hurt by him going to see Harvey's game. So he relented, pushing the sarcasm aside. For a minute, anyway. "I'll come and watch you play with balls. You better be good, I don't want to watch some loser. Touch it down or whatever it is you're meant to be doing."