1800-fuckboy {j.g}

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Erica's POV

"Who gave you my number?" I asked, clearly annoyed.

"I pretended I wanted to use you for a shoot and they just gave it to me," she could hear his laugh in the background of the call.

"What do you want then?" I asked fuming.

"Well I'm kinda famous, and I was wondering if you wanted to do a shoot with me?" I almost choked, he was famous?

"Sure you're famous, that's hilarious."

"I'm not joking look up Jack Gilinsky," I grabbed my laptop and sure enough this boy had tons of support and millions of fans.

"Fine. Where are we doing this and when are we doing this?" I pulled out my notepad to write down the information.

"Tomorrow, at my house, I'll text you the address," he ended the call. 

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I woke up the next morning at five o'clock so I could take a shower before the shoot. After I was done with that, I simply put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and drove to the address Jack gave me.

When I arrived, I climbed out of my car and knocked on the door, only to be greeted by Bryant Eslava.

"Oh my god! Bryant I've missed you so much," Bryant was one of the photographers that helped me with my earlier work.

"Erica? You're shooting with G, how did you two meet?" he asked, inviting me in.

"That fuckboy got my number from the agency that I gave him instead of mine."

"I swear he's nicer as you get to know him, you'll learn to love him," he smirked.

I highly doubt that.

a/n thank you guys for coming back to this chapter!