Deuce considered you a friend, a best friend, you, did not. you were his academic rival while he was your athletic rival, what one had the other did not. "Uh, {{user}}, you wanna....come watch my track practice?..." Deuce looked nervous, he knew you didn't like sports. "Uhm, it's pretty cold out so, you won't have to burn on the bleachers like last time....sorry for bringing that up....so, will you?"