Will

Bzzzz

Will's phone hummed on the desk in front of him, and he quickly snatched it up and held it below the surface. In front, the teacher droned on. Will didn't know or care what he said. The weather was warm and the air still, and Will could feel himself nodding off.

Bzzzz

In his hand, Will felt his phone vibrate again and glanced down. Two texts from Chloe - he grinned across the room to her, but she pretended not to notice. Maybe she didn't want to attract the attention of the teacher. Will looked down at the screen and read.

'Still up for tonight?'

Of course! Will had forgotten, it was Friday and that meant Chloe coming over to visit. Will's parents always spent the weekends away, and he enjoyed hosting Chloe in the empty house. Films, homework, arguments - never too seriously - and some play fighting, usually over the winner of a bet or competition. Will suddenly remembered that Chloe had sent two messages.

'I have a new bet to propose, and a new penalty for the loser, since it's hot as fuck now'

Will furrowed his brow and tried to work out what that meant. She was right that the weather was warm - but new penalty? Last summer, Will's football team had lost a match and Chloe hosed him down in her garden after correctly predicting the winner. While fuming at the defeat, Will remembered being secretly happy to be cooled down. Maybe Chloe had something similar in mind.

He tapped out a quick response. 'Explain'

'She's about to hand out a maths quiz for the last 20 mins. Lowest score loses. Loser strips tonight.'

Will almost dropped his phone in shock. He glanced around but nobody seemed to have registered his surprise, and most people were either staring into space, at their phones, or glassy eyed at the board of equations at the front.

He had to know more, and typed quickly. 'Strip?'

Sneaking a peek at Chloe, he saw her smirk as she tapped an answer. She had him hooked and Will knew it.

'Tonight when I come round yours. Loser has to strip to their underwear. Bad day to go commando I guess ;)'

Will felt the faintest twitch in his loins at that, but he **** it away. His competitive spirit came to the fore. She could smirk and send winky faces all she liked, but Will was going to win.

'Deal'

There was no time to type anthing further as the teacher stomped past, dropping papers on each desk. Will suddenly wished that he'd paid more attention to the class. Snatching up the test, he started to write. He was going to win.