Sat, Nov. 3rd 2018
Zina Marie POV

"Zina! Where do you think you're going?!"

"To the gym, Mama."

"For what? You don't have any weight to lose girl."

"Working out puts on muscles which is healthy weight. You're always saying something about my weight... as if I have control over it."

"You're going to quit after the first week."

"Not if I pay extra for the personal trainer. That way they won't let me quit and I'll be motivated."

"Your body is fine child."

"We both know that's not true," I said rolling my eyes and walking to my car.

I sat in the driver's seat and just thought; I was 19 years old, only child, an a sophomore at UCLA, I'm financially stable since my dad was a retired Manager at Air Force Aerospace and my mother was a full time dentist and a photographer whenever she had time.

I was in college on a partial scholarship, the school is paying for 2 years while, my parents pays the other 2 years; At the rate I'm going I'll hopefully be done with my classes and graduate by the end of next year, that will save my parents a whole year of tuition money.

I've been 130 lbs since I could remember, I was tired of being skinny, even though I wasn't sticks and bones I still didn't feel comfortable in my own skin. My goal weight was 160, I tried Apetamin but it kept making me fall asleep in my classes so I had to stop taking it because I refuse to fall behind.

Like Why did my metabolism have to be so fast?

I shook the thought out of my head and headed to the gym, F5 was owned by a female.

Once I arrived I took a deep breath and went in.

"Welcome to F5! Do you need any assistance?"

"I do. I need a personal trainer cause I'm skinny," I said not actually knowing what to say,

"I looked up 5 star gyms and It popped up this one and another one with a guy.. but he looked really angry so I came here," I rambled.

She laughed a little and I immediately felt embarrassed, "It's okay. So we're a privately owned gym, there are no more than 10-12 students per class-"

"Sorry, for cutting you off but I don't do well with other people. Insecurities."

"I understand. Well I have a friend he's a personal trainer here too... Tavi!"

This big angry looking man came out.

She gave him the run down.

"I just can't gain weight in my stomach or face... just putting that out there because I know things happen when people aren't specific."

"A little weight in your stomach wouldn't be bad."

"I'd probably get dropped from my internship for ZARZAR, I can't."

"ZARZAR the modeling company that has their girls looking like anorexic meth heads?" He laughed. I didn't find it funny at all, "You want to go out there looking like a crackhead by conforming to their policies?"

I looked at him with disgust because I lowkey feel like he was calling me a crackhead.

"Well, where do you want to gain weight? What's your current weight? What's your target weight?"

"I want to gain weight below my waist and current weight is 136 and my target weight is 160."

"So you basically want 24 pounds of ass," he said telling me more than asking me.

My eyes got big, "Well, maybe 150 pounds."

"Alright, come to my office."

I followed him to the back of the building and into a small office.

"We're going to start with getting your basic info," he said sliding me a piece of paper an a pen; I filled it out ignoring his awkward stares.

"Will you be staring at me the whole time you're training me?"

"Yes I have to." He said shrugging his shoulder

I looked at him like he was fucking crazy, only until you gain some weight Zina... hold on tight.

I slid him the paper back along with my credit card and my I.D.

"We can start today, leave out this door go down to the very end of the hall, make a left and start stretching."

I left the room and followed the direction he gave me, I found the room and set my things down to begin my stretches.

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Tavi Smith POV

Once Zina left the room I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of her I.D sending it to someone in my phone.

I been looking for a girl like Zina for so long, every girl I came across never fit the description, the physique, the overall appearance. She fit the exact description.

Zina was fine as hell she had a nice body tone she had curves in all the right place; she didn't have a lot of ass but she had enough, her boobs was the same way.

I can't wait to get my hands on her; I slid my phone back in my pocket and got up to go help her with the workout, not that it's gonna matter.