Why do I fall for the bad boys?

Liza stop

Liza's POV
As I walk out of lunch I have a free period because I dropped an AP class. Not about to do all that shit. So I just sat by my locker doing work. Well I was on my phone but I should be doing work. Oops. Then as I am just chillin, a guy comes up to me and says "I saw you staring at me" and then I look up. It's David. Oh god what do I do?! I was staring at him but I can't admit that. "I wasn't so don't flatter yourself. Who even are you?" I said with a shy tone but also with attitude. "Oh come on Liza, you know exactly who I am." He was still standing above me. I didn't know what to do so I got up and turned to my locker to open it as I was putting books away I said "actually I don't and why do you know my name?" I them turned around and he pinned me against my locker. With a smirk on his face and his dark eyes staring right into mine. "Why wouldn't I know your name? You're hot. I've always thought you were hot. I watch you in the halls when you walk by me. You know your locker is right next to mine? I just never go to it" I was shocked but... also turned on... god am I slipping? "David back up" I said. I didn't really mean it. I wanted him closer. "No. you and me both know you don't want me to back up" he leans in like he's about to kiss me. He didn't. Although, I wouldn't mind if he did. Which is weird considering this is the first conversation I have ever had with him and I was not one to just hook up with any guy, I was a good girl. Not a prude, although I think that word is petty. I've hooked up I've just never had sex... "what do you mean your locker is right next to mine?" He turns away and his locker is to the right of mine. Literally right next to my locker. He proves it by opening the locker. It's true, there is no stuff in it at all and it is his locker. "See? Did you not believe me?" He said to me getting closer again. I gulped. "Nope. I didn't. I just thought you were like all my other boyfriends who were bad boys. Just thing to pick me up like trash. They've said it to me before... but anyways idk why I'm rambling um... but why does it matter that yours is right next to mine? Because I don't care and stop getting so close to me" I say as we are inches apart, our bodies almost touching. "What you mean like this?" And he's right up against me and puts his hands around my waist grabbing hard. "Yes li- like that" I said stuttering because I didn't want it to end. I need to know him more. I wanted him as close to me as possible. "Why are you stuttering huh? You like it when I do this?" He then picked up my arms and pins them above my head. I will not give in to the situation. "No. why, do you?" I said with a small attitude. "You know I do." Says and his face is getting closer and closer to mine. I want him to kiss me. But I would not be the one to kiss him. "You know I um, I don't like this right?" I said "if you didn't, you'd try to get out of my grip" he said so seductively I might pass out. "Maybe so" I say flirting a little. I was slipping. He knew it too. He loved in closer, slower and slower and then kissed my neck, right behind my ear and my breath hitches. "Hahaaa I knew I could get to you" he said and stops. I didn't want him to stop. "You didn't get to me and you ever will" i said. "Liar" "I'm not lying!" I said. "Yeah you are. Am I right? I wanted him so bad. But I needed to regain control of myself. "No I don't." And I get out of his grip, which is not hard to get out of. He wasn't pressuring me. I could've gotten out of his grip if I wanted to but I was too mesmerized. He smirked. The bell rings. Saved by the bell right? I gather my things and walk to English. What did I just do?