Poor. [ZM AU] IIII

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[revision and stress is taKING OVER MY LIFE AND ITS SLOWLY DESTROYING ME, but again i appologise for you having to wait so long for me to update]

 revenge is such a fun word; getting back at someone for doing something wrong to you. isn't it basically like karma? that's how i think of it anyway, it means me doing what i'm going to do, more easier. penelope surprisingly was very supportive of this plan. my birthday came and went and now officially being sixteen. what really is confusing is the fact that penelope is only fifteen yet she has a drivers license? that doesn't make any sense. how can that work? it shows you the power that rich people have, they can change rules just to suit them. i don't argue, or try and make myself angry because right now i need to focus. this plan needs to work, i've waited long enough. my leg has healed, my father has left home, my younger sister threatens to leave too (not that anyone would care apart from my over loving mother), and baby sister is just being a sunshine. like always. penelope and i... are friends, we're mutual. but do mutual allies kiss a lot? because, that's what we do. it's complicated but it's really got nothing to do with the plan i'm supposed to be focusing on. well, actually it does especially with the fact i was going to break into penelope's father's main building and use my awesome art skills to  graffiti a little warning, or threat to him. just to give him a scare. then i'll steal just enough money from the company, to avenge my mum. after all she will deserve every penny that i steal for her. penelope is surprisingly supporting me by driving me to the building herself, and going to be my like... wing-woman. it's gonna be really exciting.

what can go wrong?

"zayn. we're here." no, i didn't take into account the high amount of security cameras and bodyguards surrounding the adam associations towers. i can't understand the purpose of the name of this building, even penelope doesn't know what her father does for a living. crazy. "you ready, baby?" baby. ha. i don't know why that word excites me or brings me to life. usually, i would crinkle my nose in disgust if penelope called me that, now it sort of turned me on. how odd? times have changed. i don't know if i'm able to keep up with it.

"yeah, of course. are you? you have the most important job, you have to get me out there alive." she giggles at my words as if they're the dumbest words ever.

"oh don't be daft, they may look so tough and patronising but damn, their security is a joke! one time i managed to sneak in, grab a coffee, do a dance and make it out without being questioned once! and i was in a disguise!" i raised an eyebrow at her as lots of questions filled my mind but i didn't let curiosity waste any more of our precious time.

"put the wig on. this has to work." i instruct her and she does exactly as i say. she ties her volumed blonde silky hair into a tight bun and then places the dark wavy long hair over it. she looked completely different, almost more hotter then usual? she gets out some black eyeliner and carefully outlines her eyes using the rearview mirror. she then uses the eyeliner pencil to go darker around her eyes, so she looked even more different; much more scarier now. she wipes off her pink lipstick and red lipstick is applied over the lips i love to press my own against. she gives me a look which is actually a signal to turn around which i obey reluctantly as she takes off her summer dress and places on a random band teeshirt and slides on some ripped dark jeans. her transformation was incredible, she looked like she was a emo punk girl. the look wouldn't suit her usually but she certainly is full of surprises. once i was allowed to turn around again, she hands me a pair of punched out lens glasses which i place over my eyes so it goes with my disguise too. i am dressed in a smart suit, an apparent designer one according to penelope as she brought it. i can't see the difference between this one and my primark one though, so really whats the point?

"okay, ready." she tells me and i climb out the tinted window pink porsche, moving round to the drivers side where i open the door for her. instead of the usual heels she wears, her feet are placed into a pair of black army boots. i adore her grunge style. it really gives her a change, a nice one. who doesn't enjoy change?
"look at us, we look ridiculous. this is so gonna work." she flashes her pearly white teeth and me and i smirk back.