"I guess for me, I like the legal side of things and it's interesting to see how fast forensics is evolving as a field and what impact it has on the courts. Maybe we could look into, I don't know, like how ancient times lacked standardized forensic practices so it was easier for criminals to escape justice or get falsely accused. Then again, ancient courts were wild." Harvey rambled excitedly, clearly interested in what he was talking about. Then again, Harvey found most things interesting, even if they weren't for him. He liked when people had passions and cared about junk - it was so cool.
"I guess we could also focus on the interplay between science and law. I know they don't always walk hand in hand." Sometimes it could be a real bitch. He tilted back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "We all know a court case or two where they get off cause of the smallest amount of forensic evidence despite everything else screaming it's wrong. And visa versa."
It was kind of fun, honestly, hearing this jock talk all excitedly about law. Maybe that shouldn't be too surprising, boy like that might even have aspiration to become a cop. Hell, maybe even a lawyer, although that was a long shot from a school like this, for anyone from this part of town. But the interest was clearly there.
"If anyone had enough forensic knowledge, they could probably fake most evidence. Easily. You could frame anyone." That would be kind of fun, actually. Maybe he was approaching this from the wrong side, but whatever. "It's like solving a riddle, I suppose. Putting together forensic evidence." And, by extension, someone with enough knowledge and skill could put forth an impossible riddle.
"I guess it would be if you could do it. Then we put our heads together, Eddie, and we frame Mr Strickland and we don't have to do the presentation." Harvey waggled his eyebrows temptingly at Edward, wandering if he knew how to do it or not. Not that he was serious but it was funny to contemplate. He turned back and caught the eye of the teacher by accident, smiling at him and waving before he turned back to Edward.
"You like riddles, right? I remember that." He told riddles sometimes in class. He never caught any of them and it was kind of a weird quirk but he guessed smart people had weird quirks. "I'm bad at riddles. I don't have the head for them. Maybe my head is too empty, y'know? Can't work 'em out."
"It's mostly about recognising patterns and thinking around them. Less tied to intelligence than it is to a way of thinking." And, yes, intelligence too, as well as specific knowledge at times, but still. Most people were just too lazy to think properly. "They are a way to exercise your brain. Like when you..."
He waved his hand vaguely. "Play with your balls." Whatever it was he did. Glancing over at their teacher, he shrugged, then muttered. "Could just let his wife know about the affair."
"It's like -- oh wait. Ah, like exercise. Okay. Gotcha." Playing with his balls, he did wonder. Though he guessed that was also an exercise. Leaning his head back, he watched the teacher write some assignment details on the whiteboard and watched him for a few moments before turning back to Edward. "There's an affair? Man. Okay, I definitely need to know more about that."
He was very interested in any drama that could knock the smirk off that dickhead's face. "Do you want to meet up on Friday? Get some stuff done? We can 50/50 on research and then maybe split the slides too?"
"50/50? Sure." Not really fair, considering that he probably already knew about 99% more on just about anything, other than the balls, but Ed kept that to himself, even if maybe his smile gave it away a little. Well, he couldn't help being confident. "I'll fill you in on all the gossip then." Hey, he picked up a lot of things. He was observant and most people were painfully bad at being subtle. "You want to meet in the library?"
Maybe for once a jock would know where the library was.
"Yeah, let's meet around 5? I finish practise around then and I gotta shower but 5 is perfect. I'll pull my weight, promise. I won't slack." Harvey tried to assure him, getting a vibe from the smile that he wasn't totally convinced by Harvey and his potential partnership. He'd just have to study hard, work hard and have all the deets he needed for Friday to make sure he didn't look like a dumb jock or whatever.
"We'll share gossip and get this whole thing done early so we don't have to worry about it. I'll bring drinks. What do you like? Coke? Fanta? Redbull?"
"Coke's fine." This was weird, seemed like a trap. Because who was this painfully earnest? With him, no less? Maybe he could get it a little, the stuff to girls were on about. He was kind of charming, with that complete lack of poker face and the reassurances. Why would anyone that popular be like this? Made no sense, but here he was, the golden boy. "Maybe I should have voted for you on the student council. Look at you, being poster perfect."
He had voted for common sense instead, still hadn't set in.
"I am?" Harvey looked baffled at the idea of himself being poster perfect and then raised his hair, lazily ruffling his hair so it was out of his face. "I know student council isn't cool but it seemed like fun, you know? You get to hang out after school, learn some stuff and at the end of the year, you go on a field trip so -- it's pretty cool." Besides, he was hoping to use his position on the student council as his other hobby and interest outside of sport for his college application. Never too late to start thinking.
"I hope next time I do get your vote." Harvey grinned and gave Ed a thumbs up. "Maybe I'll reward you with a cookie or something."
"If you'd said cookie right away, maybe I'd have been swayed." Swayed to give a damn. It was fascinating, the kind of charisma someone like Harvey Dent had. Edward thought of himself as not really caring much for anyone at this school, they were all just different flavour of moron, but suddenly he felt as if he wanted to spend more time with this boy. Wanted to impress him, maybe. Be his friend. Dangerous road to go down on, but his smile was genuine suddenly and that felt weird. He wasn't used to smiling for real, at least not smiling at someone. "Bring me a cookie on Friday, I'll remember next year."
"Deal. Cookie and a coke for next year's election. A worthy deal, promise. I'll make sure I'm the president of your dreams, Eddie." The bell went off and everyone around them started to move. Harvey yanked his bag over and opened it up, stuffing his paper inside and getting to his feet. "I'll see you around, Eddie-- Ed ... You got a preference? I like Eddie but don't let me steamroll you, man."
He slung his bag over his shoulder and smiled. Some guys who walked by, they patted his shoulder and told him they'd see him later. Harvey just nodded, more focused on Ed still than anything else.
He noticed it. The fact that Harvey's eyes stayed on him, his focus was on him, even with the guys walking by, talking to him. Huh. Of course he noticed that. He ignored how his mouth felt try though and just shrugged. "Don't really care. Ed, Eddie, Edward. Whatever."
As long as he didn't call him names or anything along the lines of 'Teddy', he honestly didn't give a damn. "See you around."
Damn. He'd pay more attention to him from now on, he already knew that.
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"I guess we could also focus on the interplay between science and law. I know they don't always walk hand in hand." Sometimes it could be a real bitch. He tilted back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "We all know a court case or two where they get off cause of the smallest amount of forensic evidence despite everything else screaming it's wrong. And visa versa."
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"If anyone had enough forensic knowledge, they could probably fake most evidence. Easily. You could frame anyone." That would be kind of fun, actually. Maybe he was approaching this from the wrong side, but whatever. "It's like solving a riddle, I suppose. Putting together forensic evidence." And, by extension, someone with enough knowledge and skill could put forth an impossible riddle.
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"You like riddles, right? I remember that." He told riddles sometimes in class. He never caught any of them and it was kind of a weird quirk but he guessed smart people had weird quirks. "I'm bad at riddles. I don't have the head for them. Maybe my head is too empty, y'know? Can't work 'em out."
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He waved his hand vaguely. "Play with your balls." Whatever it was he did. Glancing over at their teacher, he shrugged, then muttered. "Could just let his wife know about the affair."
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He was very interested in any drama that could knock the smirk off that dickhead's face. "Do you want to meet up on Friday? Get some stuff done? We can 50/50 on research and then maybe split the slides too?"
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Maybe for once a jock would know where the library was.
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"We'll share gossip and get this whole thing done early so we don't have to worry about it. I'll bring drinks. What do you like? Coke? Fanta? Redbull?"
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He had voted for common sense instead, still hadn't set in.
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"I hope next time I do get your vote." Harvey grinned and gave Ed a thumbs up. "Maybe I'll reward you with a cookie or something."
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He slung his bag over his shoulder and smiled. Some guys who walked by, they patted his shoulder and told him they'd see him later. Harvey just nodded, more focused on Ed still than anything else.
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As long as he didn't call him names or anything along the lines of 'Teddy', he honestly didn't give a damn. "See you around."
Damn. He'd pay more attention to him from now on, he already knew that.