On Bended Knees

...Lexi POV...

I look at Lucas with squinted eyes, trying to show him how displeased I am to be stuck in this damn broom closet with him. As he looks back at me, it is hard to figure out if he is finding this somewhat amusing or if he is just as annoyed as I am. Just as he is about to get that cocky smile, I snap at him.

"Is this just not fantastic!" 

"Oh, believe me, I cannot think of spending my day in a better way."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't want to be stuck in a closet with you."

"What is wrong with me?"

He dares to look me up and down; he studies my body too long to be comfortable with. We have been intimately close so many times; why does this feel somewhat different. It is as if he is judging by the mere look in his eye, which seems to be very hard to read; I have no idea what he is thinking. 

"Well, where do I even start?" he says with eyes so cold. His words knock my heart back hard; how can he be so cr