Will achieves

That afternoon was even hotter than the week before. Summer was definitely here, and as Will sat on his sofa alongside Chloe, he felt a bead of sweat on his forehead. Their teacher was slower this time round, and hadn't yet uploaded their scores. Will had never known such a heart-stopping wait. He sipped his drink.

Bzzz

Ping

Both their phones alerted simultaneously, and both Will and Chloe snatched them up. Chloe was the first to read, and she sprung out of her seat. "Nineteen once again!" She roared with laughter, and raised her hands into the air.

Will read his notification in silence. It took every fibre of his being, every ounce of will, not to interrupt Chloe's celebration - her doomed, pointless celebration. He wanted to savour her reaction, to bathe in her defeat. Calmly, he held out his phone to her.

She took it and read, and Will watched her eyes widen, her breath catch in her mouth, her hands shake. "Ho-how?" she gasped. "That's impossible - how?"

Will leaned forward and gently took the phone from her hands. "Twenty." He let a small smile invade his mouth. "A perfect twenty. Read it and weep, Clo."

Chloe didn't weep. She didn't do anything. She just stood there, stunned, silent. Will slid over to the centre of the sofa, and adopted the same pose as Chloe had the week before - hands behind his head, one leg crossed over, his ankle on the opposite thigh. He was going to savour every moment of this.

Idly, he waved a hand at her. "Chop chop."