Meant To Be: A Jerika Story

Chapter One

Erika POV

"Ughh", I think as my egg whites splatter on the floor.

At least it's fitting for a Monday. As I'm scraping it up, I hear someone shuffle up behind me.

"Goooood morning Erika!"

Who else could it be, the only other person who would be up so early.
"Jaaaake", I groan, turning to swat at the ever present camera.
"Aw no, looks like your breakfast is ruined," he says with a fake pout. I honestly can't deal with Jake's vlog right now.
"Please leave", I say, and I go back to cleaning up my mess. "Aw someone's grumpy", he pauses and moves the camera close to his face and whispers, "She doesn't like to be on camera without makeup-girls amiright?"

All I can do is roll my eyes.

Jake POV

I set my camera down and begin going through my emails. I had to leave in ten minutes, but the blonde I had over last night was still in my bed.

"Hey Erika, when whatever her name is comes down, can you call her a uber? Tell her I said to call me whenever", I say winking.

"I'll tell her", she says, stirring her tea. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something but shakes her head and doesn't say anything.
"What," I ask. She doesn't say anything.

"No for real, what?" I say again, a bit louder.
"It's just.. when are you going to stop bringing these bimbos over, leading them on, then throwing them away like you never knew them? She pauses and shrugs.

"Honestly it's none of my business, but as your assistant and I guess friend, I gotta wonder why you can't at least try to find girl worth more than a night or two."

I can only laugh, "because, Erika, I have so much going for me. I mean I'm young, rich and famous. Why waste all that potential on one chick when I can have thirty?"

"God, you're such an ass," she says, sipping her tea.

"Like you're much better, you're on tinder and bumble 24/7," I point out.

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, but unlike you I'm trying to find a guy with an actual brain. Someone I actually have a real connection with."

I laugh. "Oh, I'm sure you had a great connection with that foot model dude last week."

"Shut up. For your information, he has a fascinating take on the plight of stale hair gel," she says, unable to suppress a giggle.

I laugh again, then pick up my vlog camera and backpack as I head to the door. "I'll see you later then," I say as I'm scrolling through my phone.

"Yeah, bye. Don't forget about the merch meeting at lunch, you have to approve the new designs. Also Brooks will call sometime, Disney was pissed at the sexual jokes in the last vlog."

"Damn it Disney," I say, slamming the front door.