#3's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me. Don't act like you don't want to get back at your dad for always treating you like second best to your brother? And #5, your parents literally don't care if you're dead or alive, don't you feel the same way about them?"

#3 grabbed her earmuffs for comfort and #5 wrapped herself up tighter in her blanket. "I think you just need some sleep, Chanel."

"No I don't! God, you make it so hard for me to do something nice for you guys. The world already thinks that we're murderers, we might as well prove them right." She noticed the two loosen up a bit. "We have nothing to lose."

#5 pondered the thought for a moment. Sure, she despised her parents for wanting to rid of her so badly but she didn't know if she was capable of murdering them! "How would we even do this? We could never get out of this crappy apartment."

"Oh please, that's the easy part." Chanel grabbed #5's arm and pulled her sleeve up. "Notice anything? They never even put those cool tracker spy-things on our wrists or ankles, all we have to do is go down the fire escape. The idiots in the living room are so oblivious they might as well be asleep."

#3 and #5 eyed each other, desperately unsure of what to do. Both girls were definitely crazy in their own ways but not crazy enough to commit murder. "Okay," #3 sighed, "I guess I'm in. But mostly because breaking outta here will give me a chance to have pizza for the last time before we get arrested." Now that they were gonna be thrown in jail for the rest of their lives, she could give up the cotton balls and treat herself.

"Perfect!" Chanel beamed, clapping her hands in delight. "#5? What about you?"

#5 was curled up in a ball at the edge of the bed. "I think I'm gonna have an anxiety attack, guys."

"Oh god no, please stop," Chanel awkwardly patted #5's head as if she were her pathetic pet. "Just come along with us and decide later if you actually want to do it. If anything we can just turn this into one final night out on the town." She was glad to see the girl calm down and actually smile. "Good, now get dressed and let's get outta here bitches."

The Chanels had successfully escaped down the fire escape and were now several blocks away, in the first Pizza Hut that they could find. #3 was shoving her fourth slice into her mouth in one bite. "Wow," she sighed with a mouth full of cheese and pepperoni, "I forgot how good pizza tasted."

Chanel grimaced, still refusing to indulge; she wanted to fit in her orange jumpsuit. She cut #5 off after her first slice. "Have you guys had enough? We can't stay much longer, it's only a matter of time before someone recognizes us here." She couldn't tell if the guy behind the counter was suspicious of them or just checking them out. Probably the latter.

"I was thinking," #3 mumbled after practically swallowing the pizza crust whole, "I don't think I want to do this."

"Ugh, you're already wimping out?"

"No, not wimping out. I just realized that I genuinely do not care enough. As you both know, the only emotion I experience is boredom and even that is rare. I don't need to kill my parents when I can easily just forget about them completely."

Chanel nodded, recalling that not even the death of Predatory Lez affected Chanel #3 that much. It was an attribute of #3 that Chanel admired most. She could emotionally and mentally torture her all she wanted and never have to worry about #3 crying or fighting back; the exact opposite of #5. "Well then, I guess it's just you and me, #5."

#5 looked up from the straw that she had nervously been gnawing on for the past half hour. "Wait, no! If #3 isn't doing it then I'm not either!" She didn't have it in her to kill someone, especially if it was not going to be a full group activity. "I was also thinking, and they're still my parents. I can't kill my parents, Chanel, that would be sick."

Chanel couldn't help but laugh. "Parents!? #5, they were never really your parents. Don't you remember that just yesterday they teamed up with Hester to have you arrested?"

"Well maybe they were just trying to-"

Chanel continued talking. "And don't you remember how they fled and went on an amazing vacation over Thanksgiving break and didn't even bother to tell you about it? OR how on your birthday they, instead of calling, changed their numbers so that you couldn't call them? Do you remember any of that?"

"Yes I do so we don't have to keep reliving it!" #5 whimpered, wishing that she had just stayed in the uncomfortable bed back at the apartment.

"Then what's holding you back?" Chanel reached across the table and grabbed #5's hand, a gesture that somewhat made her want to barf but she knew that the girl needed it. "This is your chance to get back at them for everything that they've done. They are horrible people, #5, and they don't deserve to get away with this."

#5 was practically hyperventilating but looked down at the petite hand that held hers and then up at the blonde queen bee in front of her. Chanel had never been nice to her before, literally not ever, and as much as even the thought of holding a knife made her want to cry, it did feel nice to have the Kappa President's sympathy.

"Okay," #5 sighed, "but I can't do it alone. I'm gonna need some help."

Chanel smiled deviously. "Of course. That's what sorority sisters are for."