Eisuke's pov

A few days had passed, in which I had allowed Joy-Anne to go home with Marc, until he was better. Now she was back in my apartment, and with that, back to her old, cold, self. We talked more, but she didn't seem to enjoy the conversations like she did before. "Eisuke" she interrupted my thoughts. "Is it ok if I go to the gym?" She asked me. Not that she wouldn't do it if I told her she couldn't. ..

"Yeah, shure. But be back before dinner." I told her, before she got out.

Joy-Anne's pov

I was back in Eisuke's apartment, after spending a few days with Marc. The poor boy had been been in total shock. I really felt sorry for him, since this was the first time something like this had happened to him. Luckily he was feeling better now. My emotions were a mess though. I felt angry at Eisuke for not letting me go, even after I offered him twice the money he had spent on me. I felt awkward around Soryu, because he kept trying to talk to me. I felt weird around their friends because they were so nice to me, like no one was this nice to me -ever- without having 'intentions'. I decided to go to the gym to clear my head. I needed to go anyways, if I didn't want to become weak and fat. " Is it ok if I go to the gym? " I asked Eisuke, who was sitting at his desk. He looked annoyed. He looked

Told me to be back before dinner. Not that that is a clear answer, but alright.

After I had changed I walked downstairs. The guys sat there, playing poker. I tried to sneak away without them noticing me, but no. "Hey Joy-Anne! " Ota called from the other side of the room. Great. Now I have to talk to them...

"Hey" I said, my smile not reaching my eyes. Everyone had turned around. "Why are you wearing that?" Ota asked oblivious of the cold looks I was giving him. I looked down. I was wearing Nikeys, in a dark blue colour, black sports leggings, I hated the way they look, but I love the way they fit, a bright blue tank top with visible underneath it a black sports bra. " Because I am going to the gym. " They stared at me for a second (Baba at my chest), until Ota happily decided it would be good for me to have so called protection at the gym. He told me to stay there and ran off. The rest quietly walked after him.

After I had stared at their empty seats in astonishment for about five minutes, they came back. I couldn't help myself but laugh. Soryu and Mamoru -Eisuke had used his name- looked ok, the wore long training pants and t-shirts. Baba was wearing long training pants, and a to tight tank top, and Ota, let's just say that he was the reason I couldn't hold my laughter. He wore short, tight pants (I tried to look up, because you could see everything), paired with the same to tight tank top Baba wore. Around his wrists and head he had sweatbands. It looked more awful and funny than I can describe. After I had stood there laughing for a while, we went to the gym. Standing there I realised with a grunt that I had forgotten my I pod, so I couldn't ignore the guys.

After stretching I went to the wall with the weights. As far as I could see the heaviest weights weighed 20 kilograms. I could do with that. Only, there was a man working with them. I tapped him on the shoulder and asked how many sets he had left. He simply started laughing. Excuse me? Who did this idiotic wannabe bodybuilder think he was?! " Is it for your boyfriend over there?" He nodded at Soryu and looked at me with a meaningful smile. I simply made a vomit sound. Gross. "Are you done or not?" I asked him, giving him my meanest, coldest glare. I saw that that scared him. Serves him right. He shouldn't insult people like that. He dropped the weights with a loud bang and ran off. To my disappointment, the guys joined me. I stood there silently pumping the weights up and down. The other guys were talking. About the good old days, when they were teenagers. Ota told us about his love for art. How he had always known he wanted to be an artist. "What about you Joy-Anne? " They wanted to know what hobbies I had when I was a teenager. I sighed. I had never liked talking about myself. " I really liked cooking, and then eating what I had created. I still do actually. " I answered dispite myself. Most of the guys nodded a bit, or answered that they liked that too. Ota couldn't suppress is apparent shock though. "Then how come you're so anorexic? " He almost yelled. The group fell silent. "I mean, you are so skinny, I thought you didn't eat at all. Wait. Do you have bulimia? " He went on. I simply dropped the weights (oh no, they fell on Ota his feet) and walked away.

Everyone's pov

She simply dropped the weights on Ota's feet and ran off. Everyone looked at Ota, who was now sitting down, whining about his feet. "What?!" He asked in a defensive tone. "You can't just say such things Ota. " Baba sighed. "Why not? It was a compliment! It's not like she actually has bulimia... right?" He looked up hopefully at Soryu. He looked very grim. "Not anymore." Was all he said, before taking off to look for her.

Joy-Anne's pov

I ran off and sat down on a bench, as far away from the gym as possible. That bastard. How could he say such things. Not that he could know of course but still. I had had trouble with weight the biggest part of my life. It was hard growing up between all those gold digging models. Because let's face it. Being the only girl in a very rich family, I was surrounded by super skinny step moms, and girlfriends. It had really trashed my body image. And with that the image of myself. The first time I was labeled anorexic, I was thirteen years old. I even ended up in the hospital. It didn't help though. After a while, i even develloped buliimia. Fortunately it all worked out for me. With Marc around, I simply didn't have the time to think about getting skinnier. But the last couple of days had been rough for me. Being surrounded by those plastics at the actions... It made me wonder about me. I felt the bench give in to the sudden weight. I looked up and saw Soryu. "Go away." I told him. He shook his head. "No Joy. I am not going anywhere." He looked at me, a soft smile around his lips. "Do you know how much I have missed you?" He asked me. I nodded. "I missed you too Sor. " I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. "Fuck.." I whispered. I hated crying. Especially in front of others. Soryu didn't say anything, but he pulled me on his lap and let me cry.