Poor. [ZM AU] IIII

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"i'm-i'm sorry, woah. i didn't expect that..." penelope tells me in a timid voice but i roll my eyes and turn over on my ward bed, so i couldn't see her... and she couldn't see the tear i let escape my eyes. i don't understand how i can't even hold them in. i'm usually so good at masking my emotions. "sometimes, sometimes it's good to talk about your feelings rather then bottling them up all the time." god she was so annoying. i thought she said she'd drop the subject?!

"i don't want to. please kindly fuck off now and carry on doing whatever you rich people do at 2am." i hear her sigh and there is silence once more between us. i was seconds away from sleeping when suddenly she gasped, causing me to jump in shock.

"she's absolutely stunning."

i turn over slowly to face her now, seeing her surprised expression that actually made me curious to see what she was looking at. it was my turn to be in shock though when it was my facebook profile page. oh my god. what is she even doing?! how did she find me that's insane, what?!

"what the hell are you doing on my profile?!" i snap at her with my mouth hanging open slightly. she better have a good excuse for stalking me like a real creep.

"i just searched your name, added you, went through your friend list and looked for natalia. she was absolutely beautiful, i'm surprised she would even go for someone like you-"

"-what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!?!"

she laughs once, "its meant to mean what it sounds like. you're not even hot enough to have been around someone as stunning as her. gosh." she makes no effort to show any care and in a way i don't blame her because i don't give her any either.

"whatever. you weren't there you wouldn't know anything. just like who would ever want anything but meaningless sex with you. you look like someone people pick up from the streets. your attitude is snobby, you may be rich and all but you don't dress well enough to act it. your skirts are far too short. does your father let you walk into his office with a skirt so much shorter then your knee?" i question her, my hazel eyes boring into her blue ones.

"no. of course he doesn't i pull it down, but that's irrelevant for you to even know. you don't need to pretend to care about my life."

"i'm not pretending, i genuinely don't give s shit about you or your life." she looks away from me, turns her phone off as well so we both sit in pitch black. nothing was said for a while and i once again thought about going to sleep again...

but i then heard soft sobs.

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i felt quite uncomfortable listening to her quietly crying in the armchair next to my bed, very very awkward. at first i was quite joyful that she was upset because of me as i'm that of a horrible person and she deserved my cold cutting words. however i didn't like that she had been crying for longer then i expected. it made me feel almost guilty. but i say almost though for a reason because i still hate her so much.

i groaned when i gave up on attempting to block out her sadness with my pillow and blanket, and i turned over to face her then sat up in my bed. i switched on the bedside lamp so i could see what i was doing, and to see her crying... wasn't at all a pretty sight. her make up was smearing disgustingly down her face, and she looked so weird.

oops?

"why you so emotional for, gosh?" i started off, staring at her. she sniffles and looks up at me through red puffy eyes.