**Quick Write Draft, work in progress. **

"You're so fucking annoying," she spits, pulling him away from the locked door.

The hollow clatter of him stumbling into the mop buckets underscores her pounding and shouting. "Hello???" she shouts, rattling the doorknob. "Can anyone hear me???"

He chuckles behind her, inviting her to turn around, eyes slicing toward him.

"There's no one here; they've locked up for the night," he replies. "We're stuck until morning." He sits on an upturned trash can, seemingly accepting of their fate. "Might as well comfy."

His nonchalance at the situation he's caused finally turns her frustration to anger. "I was perfectly comfy before you started working here!" She closes the already limited distance between them, trapping him on his makeshift chair against the wall.

"Why do you think you can just waltz in here and change everything around? Why do you have to be so...so..."

"Interesting? Spontaneous? Fun?" he offers, his voice calm, but taunting.

The last word hits a nerve. She moves closer, lowers her voice, trying to hide it. "I'm fun," she asserts. "I'm a lot of fun."

He scoots forward on the trashcan, his face inches from hers, his spread knees bumping against her thighs. He doesn't say anything at first, just matches her eyes, an unspoken challenge, an undeclared dare.

And there it is again. The involuntary flush of heat through her body, the uncontrollable quickening of her heart rate in his presence.

The janitor's closet seems to get smaller, pushing them together, though neither one moves.

His eyes shift down, focus on her lips. This time she's positive she's not imagining it. His look is deliberate, taking its time to move back to her eyes, making sure she has time to notice.

She is the one standing, looking down on him, and yet she feels herself losing control. Her body inches her forward, unsure of what she's trying to accomplish. She's standing between his legs now, her exposed thighs brushing against the denim of his jeans.

The air is still with silence, they're bodies unwavering. Finally, he breaks it, by lifting his chin to whisper in her ear-- "_Prove it." _