Bad

Chapter 5

- Christina's POV -

The after party of the VMAs was where everyone could just hang out without the constant hassle of cameras watching our every move.

I was having fun at first. Mingling with other celebrities, drinking, dancing. I even got to catch up with Britney and have a quick talk, and that was something which I was rarely able to do.

I was sitting with Britney in a VIP booth and had Jorge by my side. We were engaged in casual conversation when I got distracted by someone out the corner of my eye.

Of course this was the after party that Adam showed up to.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." I said, disbelievingly shaking my head.

The others at the booth turned to look in the direction that I was and Britney immediately started giggling.

"Brit, it's not funny!" I exclaimed, though Britney still continued to laugh.

"Yeah it is." She said through giggles.

"You know what? I'm gonna go talk to him." I said, as I stood up from my seat.

Jorge grabbed my hand, preventing me from actually exiting the booth. "You've had a little too much to drink, I don't think now is the time to be confronting him." He said.

"I don't care." I said, pulling my hand out of his grip. "He's gonna listen to what I say, drunk or not."

I walked over to Adam who was sitting up at the bar, drink in hand.

"Levine." I scowled.

He smirked, as he tipped his beer bottle in my direction. "Aguilera." He replied.

"I need to talk to you." I said.

"I'll talk with you. . .but, you have to do something for me first."

"What is it?" I sighed.

"Dance with me." He smirked, holding his hand out.

"Dance?" I asked.

"Dance with me." He reiterated.

I looked at him oddly for a moment before hesitantly agreeing with him, "Fine."

"Let's go, beautiful." He smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me to the dance floor.

"Why do you want to dance?" I asked. "We hate each other."

"I don't hate you, Aguilera. And you don't hate me either." He replied.

I raised an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?"

"I can tell by the way you look at me. You want me." He smirked.

"You're disgusting." I said, making a move to walk away.

As I took a few steps away from him he grabbed me and pulled me back in close to him. He then stayed standing behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"C'mon, Christina. All this hatred towards me is obviously you just trying to cover up your attraction to me." He said, as he pressed his mouth to my neck and smirked.

I honestly don't even know why I was still standing near him at this point, so I decided to move away.

"Don't even try it, Levine." I said, pushing myself out of his grip.

"Try what?" He asked, as that stupid smirk of his made a return.

"You are un-fucking-believable." I said, before walking away.

I took a seat back at the booth. Britney and a few others were still there but Jorge was no where to be seen.

"I thought you hated Adam?" Britney asked.

"I do." I replied.

"Then what was that on the dance floor?" She asked. "You two seemed to be getting pretty close." She finished, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, "It was just Adam being his usual jerk self. Don't worry about it."

"Jorge seemed to be pretty worried." She said, taking a sip of her drink.

I looked up at Britney and groaned, "Where is he?" I asked.

"He said that he was going home."

I was silent for moment before muttering probably the most selfish I could, "He was my ride."

Britney snickered. "Oh, yeah, he knew that. He said Adam could take you home."

"Are my problems somehow funny to you?" I asked.

"Hey, if it ain't my problem I don't care."

"God, you're such a bitch sometimes, Britney." I said, before standing up and walking away from the booth.

I didn't really want to stay at the party any longer so I called for a driver to come and pick me up.

As soon as I got home I threw my self on my bed and began to think. My mind went into overdrive as I began to recount everything that has happened over the past week or so. The only two words I was able to mutter to myself while thinking were the two words I most hated.

"Adam Levine."