This is super short and I'm not sure how I feel about this story so far but I'm working on more chapters so depending on how people feel about it I will upload them as I finish them!

Before they stepped outside of the courthouse, Chanel had warned #3 and #5 that if they didn't keep their heads held high, she would shave off all of their hair in their sleep that night. She didn't give a damn if they were all accused of serial murder, she was still Chanel freaking Oberlin and she had a reputation to uphold, even if it is from behind bars.

The trial determining their verdict would be that weekend and the girls were all clearly handling it in very different ways. Chanel kept a stone cold face as the camera flashes reflected off of her giant shades that sat over her eyes. Her mother once told her that a woman should never show weakness to the world and she was not about to let the world see her tremble, even if this might be one of her last days as a free, innocent woman. As far as anyone around her could tell, there was no emotion circulating through her skinny body; just how she likes it.

Chanel rolled her eyes at the sound of #5 doing her ugly cry to her right. #5 had slowly been becoming more and more of a hot mess over the course of the year and had finally, officially cracked. Chanel whipped her head to the left and was not surprised to see #3 anxiously rubbing the furry earmuffs around her head, as she always did every time she had a panic attack.

She aggressively pinched each of their arms to get their attention. "What did I tell you, idiots!? Pull it together!" They were almost at the car but there was still a trail of news teams and reporters that they had to pass by on their way that were documenting their every move. "You sluts are gonna make us look guilty with your spastic behavior. Have I not taught you anything?"

#5 rubbed the spot that Chanel had pinched, sniffling as calmly as she could. "I'm sorry, Chanel, but I'm not ready for jail! They'll eat me alive in there!"

The three girls finally reached the car that was waiting for them and an officer held the backseat door open for them. "I'm not gonna argue with that, now shut up and get inside." Chanel shoved #5 into the backseat as hard as she could and her and #3 filed in behind her.

#3 continued to clutch onto her earmuffs as they pulled away from the courthouse. "What are we supposed to do now? Our families all disowned us, we have nowhere to go and no one to save us."

"We don't need our families," Chanel snapped, "we never have before and definitely don't now. Anyways, the last thing I want right now is to speak to my mother, that would only make things worse."

"Well I don't want to see mine either," despite her nervous state, #3 maintained her calm, low voice. "As you both know, I've hated my family for years and technically disowned them first over Thanksgiving break."

"Oh boo-hoo, at least your parents didn't plot your arrest." #5 pouted, holding back tears because she knew Chanel would slap her if she noticed them.

Chanel rolled her eyes. "Can you really blame them, #5? You have to admit, you are pretty awful. I've only lived in the same house as you for two years, I can't imagine how they put up with eighteen years with you." She watched #5's jaw drop. "What? Just being honest."

"Enough," #3 interjected, "we all have shitty families, okay? But right now we need to do something that we've never done before," she watched the other two look at her questioningly, "be there for each other."

"Ew," Chanel grimaced. She had never "been there" for someone before but it sounded exhausting.

Because none of their families wanted anything to do with them, the Chanels were being held under house arrest in an apartment by the court house. It may have not been the Kappa house anymore, but Chanel still insisted that #3 and #5 share a room so that she could have the other one to herself.

#3 had been lying awake for an hour in the dark room, trying to fall asleep. The tiny bed and lumpy mattress was completely foreign to her and the bedroom smelled like old cigarette butts. On top of that, #5 was rambling in her sleep, as per usual. She had fallen asleep almost immediately and had been mumbling about God knows what ever since.

It was almost midnight when #3 noticed the bedroom door open wide enough for a figure to slide in through the crack and close the door behind. #3 propped herself up on the bed and rubbed her eyes to adjust to the dark. "Chanel? What are you doing?"

"Shhhh!" Chanel hissed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "They can't know I'm in here."

"Who?"

"The police officers. There's two of them in the living room making sure we don't try to escape or something."

"I'm the one who clogged the toilet on Thanksgiving." #5 suddenly blurted out from her bed.

"Ew, what the hell?" Chanel looked absolutely disgusted.

#3 rolled her eyes. "She's talking in her sleep, she has been all night. We have to wake her up."

Chanel grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it as hard as she could at the blonde's head. The girl practically fell off of the small bed in shock. "Ow, why did you do that!?"

"I couldn't take one more second of your nasty, unconscious confessions. Get your ass over here."

#5 was still wrapped up in the blanket when she shuffled over to the bed and plopped down next to Chanel, wishing she could shake the habit of talking in her sleep.

"What is this about?" #3 questioned their ex-Kappa President.

Chanel took a deep breath. "Okay, so listen. I've been doing some thinking and you were right about what you said in the car, #3."

"About colonics?"

"Ugh, no you idiot!" Chanel shook her head. These sluts made it so hard for her to be nice. "About us needing to be there for each other. We're Kappa sisters and we need to stand together, especially now." The two girls just looked at her, seeming to not believe a word she was saying. "Listen, I know that sometimes I'm kinda mean to you guys but at the end of the day, you guys are my friends. Even you, #5. And I want to be there for you guys."

"Okay that's nice and all but there's not much you can do now, we're gonna go to jail." #3 was oblivious to a lot of things, but one thing she knew for sure was that Hester's evidence against them was bullet proof.

"I may not be able to do anything about that but I can make you guys feel better about one thing." Chanel had noticed how sad both of her minions had been in the car over their families sucking and it didn't occur to her until later that night that the solution to that problem was obvious.

"And what is that?" #5 questioned, still secretly giddy over Chanel admitting that she was her friend.

Chanel smiled. "We can kill our parents."