Auggie and I stare at him.
“What? Has my skin turned green or something?”
“You’re looking forward to exams?” Auggie sounds horrified.
“Yes.”
“Only you,” I murmur, tipping my head back and closing my eyes.
“Wait. You enjoy swimming competitions but not exams?” Em asks.
I crack one eye open. “They’re totally different.”
“How is winning or losing based on one race different to passing or failing based on one exam? Not that any of us will pass or fail based solely on our exams.”
“No, but the exams will affect the grade we end the year with,” Auggie says.
I close my eye. “Swimming is different. I can lose myself in the moment. Exams are about remembering things.”
“I suck at remembering things,” Auggie says.
“Where did we first meet?” Em asks him.
“Outside a lecture theatre. Well, that was the first time I talked to you.”
“What was the lecture on?”
“Cardiovascular pharmacology.”
“With?”
“Professor Richards. What’s your point?”
Em laughs. “You don’t suck at remembering things.”
“I’d be fine if I could take an exam on us. I’d get one hundred per cent. Sadly I have to take exams on pharmacology.”
“You’ll be fine. Em is super organised when it comes to revising.”
“I bet he is. I’m expecting lots of flashcards. In rainbow colours.”
“And highlighters,” I say.
“Are you teasing me?” Em asks.
“Yes,” Auggie says.
The water ripples, signifying that someone is moving. A moment later, Em gasps and then moans. After a few minutes of the sounds of my boyfriends making out, there’s another ripple of water, and then Auggie’s lips press against mine. I know it’s Auggie because of his scruffy beard. Em kisses me next, and then I open my eyes.
“It was a good idea to come here,” I say.
“So you can tease me?” Em asks.
“So we can relax.”
“If we’re talking about next term and finals, we should also talk about the summer,” Auggie says.
“I was thinking about applying for a summer internship. It would be a good experience to put on my CV, and I’d get paid,” Em says.
