Bad

Chapter 2

- Christina's POV -

I was standing in my kitchen waiting for my popcorn to pop when my boyfriend, Jorge, walked into the room.

"So, I was at the grocery store and I walked past the magazine stand and saw this. . ." He said, holding up my Rolling Stone magazine.

I smirked as I leaned back against the counter, "Well, why does my cover bring you here?" I asked.

"Because you. . ." He said, walking towards me and resting his hands on my hips, "Are extremely hot."

He leaned in to kiss me but I stopped him, putting a finger to his lips.

"You know, 'hot' isn't really the description I wanted." I said.

"I didn't call you hot. I called you extremely hot."

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Can I just have kiss please?" He asked, laughing.

I smiled as I pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss quickly heated up as he lifted me onto the counter. He had just begun to move his hands under my shirt when we were interrupted.

"Keep your clothes on, kids." Allison said, walking into the room.

I stopped kissing Jorge as I turned to Allison, "How the hell do you keep getting in my house?"

"Your door is always unlocked." She shrugged.

"Well, in case you didn't notice. We were kind of in the middle of something." I said, pointing to Jorge and myself.

"Sorry, but you can't continue. We have a flight to catch to NYC."

"We do?" I asked.

"Do you ever pay attention to your schedule?"

"Obviously not." I said.

"Just pack your stuff. Your flight is in three hours."

"Fine." I sighed.

I kissed Jorge on the lips once more before hoping off the counter and making my way to my bedroom.

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"So, why are we in New York?" I asked as we sat in the back of the car.

"Wow. You weren't kidding about not paying attention." Allison laughed.

I rolled my eyes, "Just tell me."

"You're doing a few TV appearances." Irving said.

"When's the first one?" I asked.

"Right now." He said, as the car came to a stop.

I looked out the window and sighed. TRL again.

We went inside the building and made our way up to my dressing room. I sat and talked with Allison while Irving was on the phone organizing some things for my next appearance.

About ten minutes before I was supposed to go on the show a knock came at the door. As Allison opened the door none other than Adam Levine walked in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. So, I think a do over is in order, don't you?"

"First impressions last a lifetime, Adam." I sighed.

"Let's just hope second impressions last as long. You know, so you can remember me as my charming self." He winked.

I rolled my eyes, "You are such an ass."

"I was just trying to be nice." He said, bringing his hand up to his heart, feigning hurt.

"You can leave now." I said, ushering him towards the door.

"See you around, Aguilera." He winked, before running down the hall.

I shut the door and turned around to find Allison standing there with her arms folded across her chest while Irving still paced back and forth on the phone.

"I'm watching you. Stay away, Christina." She said.

"Jackass isn't my type anyway." I said, rolling my eyes.

"You ready to go?" Irving asked, as he ended his phone call.

"What the hell is Adam Levine doing here?" I asked.

"Oh, him. I may have forgotten to mention that he's on the show today as well." Irving said, nervously anticipating my reaction.

"Ugh, whatever. I just hope I can go home today without seeing his face again."

Around five minutes later I was called to stage. I began my interview and everything was going fine, that was until Carson mentioned Adam.

"You know Adam Levine, right?" Carson asked.

"Uh, yeah. We've met." I replied.

"First impression?" He asked.

"If I'm being honest. . .kind of a jerk." I said, as the crowd "ooohhh'd".

"Wow. Really?"

"Yeah, but we've talked since then and I guess he's an alright guy." I shrugged.

"Well, that's a good thing then because we have Adam Levine here today. . ."

"Don't tell me you're bringing him out here."

"Ladies and gentlemen, Adam Levine!" Carson announced, as Adam walked out and the audience erupted in cheers.

"You've got to be kidding me." I mumbled under my breath.

Adam came over and shook Carson's hand before hugging me, "Jerk, huh?" He whispered in my ear.

"Well, I can't say asshole on TV." I replied sharply.

He pulled away and winked at me before turning towards Carson.

"So, Adam we know you've already met Christina and we know what her first impression was of you. What we don't know is your first impression of her, would you mind filling us in?" Carson asked.

"She was hot." Adam shrugged, as the audience started to laugh, "I'm not one to lie, Carson. She was hot. But, ah, we had a little disagreement when we first met and she wasn't backing down. I really appreciated that. She really gave back what I was dishing out so, you know, it was fun."

My mouth dropped to the floor as I turned to look at Adam. I was shocked at how honest he was being. What was he trying to do?

"So, what's the deal? Are you guys friends now?" Carson asked.

"I wouldn't say friends, but I don't know, we're cool." I shrugged, as Adam shook his head and laughed.

"You must of really pissed her off, Adam." Carson laughed.

"Yeah, but I did apologize."

"Not much of an apology." I mumbled.

"Oh, c'mon, Christina. I apologized! What more do you want?" Adam snapped at me.

Carson almost dropped his mic on the floor while the audience went dead silent.

"For the record," I began, stepping closer to Adam and moving my hand to my hip. "You never apologized. You came into my dressing room and started flirting with me. That's not what I call an apology."

"In some parts of the world flirting is considered one of the most sincere apologies." Adam said.

"Oh, is that the part of the world where all the self-centered, obnoxious, dumbasses come from?"

"Is that all you got?" Adam asked.

"I got plenty more-"

"Guys," Carson interjected awkwardly, "This is Total Request Live."

Everything was silent for a few moments as Adam and I looked around awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Whatever." I said, throwing my hands in the air. "I'm fucking done." I said, before walking off stage.