Meant To Be: A Jerika Story

Chapter Two

Jake POV: After a loooong day at set I return to.. oh that's right the vlog. Which means I have to find my clickbait, act like a dumbass and do stupid shit for way too long.
"The Adsense. Don't forget the Adsense," I remind myself, turning the camera on.

"Hey Jake Paulers, we are back at the team 10 house YEET," I kick at the ceiling. Chance and Anthony hear the vlog and run downstairs. They're still in their underwear and have their gaming headsets around their necks.

"Jesus, have you been in bed all day?" I ask, turning the camera at them.

"Dude, being an influencer is the shit. All I had to do today was post on insta," says Chance. Anthony nods in agreement.

"Anyway, we're going paint balling soon, you down?" asks Anthony.
"Nah dude, I gotta go sell The Kardashians house," I say.
"Oh right, good luck with that. But who are you taking, almost everyone else went out to eat. You don't need us do you?"
I scratch my head. "I mean I have Kade and Liam.. and hey, there's gotta be someone else. I'm good you guys go ahead," I smile.

"Alright, see you then," they say, going back up.

Who can I take? Everyone's basically gone... maybe Erika? She hates this shit though, so she'll probably say no. But it's worth a try. I go to creak her door open. Peeking inside her room, I see her crumpled up in her bed, surrounded by tissues.

"Erika?" I ask, turning the camera off.
She huddles deeper into the bed.
"Jake I can't do this right now. Find someone else to harass," she mumbles into her pillow.
"Nah, the camera's off. What's going on here," I say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Nothing. Ugh, why are you here? I promise there's no content here, and you're sure as hell not getting me to say anything with that drama wheel," she snaps.

"God okay, I'll leave," I say, getting up and going to the door, only to hear her start to quietly sniffle.

"Erika, you know I could leave right now and not give a fuck, but some part of me cares, so just tell me what's wrong."

She sighs. "Fine, I'll tell you. I was texting this guy, he seemed perfect for me. He was exactly my type. Brunette, tall and funny. Things got pretty heated and I wanted to meet him in real life. So I go to his house, and sadly, he's not home. But his friend is." She looks up at me, seeing if I can tell where the story is going.
"The guy starts to hit on me, and I played along with it. I mean, you should have seen his smile!" She stops to take a breath.
"And I wanted him so bad I threw all self control out the window and practically jumped into his bed. So there I was, undoing his pants and realizing that I had hit rock bottom. Like, who am I?" She stopped and wiped away a tear.
"I feel like the biggest slut. I mean there I was this morning, lecturing you on who to sleep with and then I go and do this." She laughs.
"And not just that. Look at my whole life. I'm a failing model with like, three friends, I clean up after overgrown children for a living (no offense) and no matter how many kale salads I eat I'm still going to be bloated. I'm downright pathetic."
And with that she starts to sob.
"Hey, you know that's not all," I say.
"You forgot how you are always one shade too tan," I add.
She sobs louder. Guess that wasn't funny.
"Alright, alright, cmon, it'll be fine." I pull her up, and despite initial protest, she slowly leans into my arms. Almost instinctively, I run my hands through her hair, and tighten my grip around her.
"We've all been there, that moment when we feel like absolute shit. But you're smart, hard working, pretty and even funny sometimes. You have a lot going for you. Don't beat yourself up."
I lift her chin up, and she stares into my eyes.
Damn. Have her eyes always been this mesmerizing? They're green and blue and grey all at the same time, like pieces from some swirling galaxy. If that's not enough, they're framed by her lashes, long and lush. I had always found her hot, but in this moment she was simply gorgeous.

I felt myself inching closer to her face, slowly shifting my eyes to her lips. Then, eyes shut, I moved my mouth onto hers. At first she was stiff and unresponsive, but I feel her slowly kiss back. I push harder; soon there's tongue and her hands are all over my body. I press her hard against the bed frame, and begin kissing down her jaw and to her neck. She slightly moans, tugging at my hair.

Erika POV: I haven't felt this good in a long time. He's all over me, his mouth on my jaw, neck, and collarbone. With one hand he's rubbing circles into my thigh, the other is gripping my waist. I can't help but to moan, and give into the moment.
But it's absurd. This is Jake Paul, my boss and roommate. He's almost like a brother to me, and this is a mistake in too many ways to count. I suddenly push him away, and move out of his reach.
"What's wrong," he says, moving closer.
I place one arm in front of me, blocking him from coming any closer.
"This is wrong and you know it. We can't do this Jake."
He squints his eyes in confusion.
"Why not? We're just making out, it doesn't mean anything," he says.
He pushes my hand down, and begins to kiss me again. When I stay stiff, he sighs and backs away.
"What? Do I disgust you so much you can't even kiss me? Afraid you'll get an std or some shit?"
"It's not that. I can't just hook up with someone I live with and go on as if nothing happened. You saw what happened between you and Alissa. I can't handle feelings and emotions like you can. So that's why I never want to be involved with anyone in the team 10 house in any way."
He takes a deep breath and falls back onto my bed. After a few minutes of silence I place my hand on his shoulder.
"For what it's worth, I appreciate you comforting me. Didn't know that was something you were capable of."
"Thanks I guess," he says as he gets up and walks to the door.
"And you know what? You're not that bad of a kisser either", I say with a quick wink.
He chuckles then leaves, shutting my door behind him.