Scream Queens

Pumpkin Spice Latte Anyone?

(Grace's POV)

I'm guessing Chanel isn't too happy about the pledging variety we have now...

Oh well. Judging from the look on Zayday's face, she doesn't want to be here at all.

Apparently she thinks this whole situation is stupid, and quote on quote, Hitler has been reborn into a petite loudmouth white girl.

"Girl I can't stand this shit, like I've told you before. I would have rather got my head chopped off than to join this sorority. I mean come on, Hitler is nicer than this bitch."

She rants on about her hatred for this sorority. We are currently standing in the hall with the other pledges and the chanels.

From what it looks like, chanel #2 couldn't handle Jennifer's blogging skills.

So she fainted. How lovely.

"Look what you did too Chanel #2! Not only is your Blog weird, you literally made one of our chanels faint because of your gas addiction!" From what I am guessing that came from Chanel #5?

I can't keep up with all these different numbered chanels. "Did I say you can talk #5!"

Chanel Orbelin screams as she turns around to look at Chanel #5.

"Do us all a favor and you and Chanel #3 and the pledges carry Chanel #2 to her bed so she can sleep off whatever crawled up her ass and made her faint." She demands us all to do.

"Oh yeah and as soon as all of that is done, you all can go home and rest since actual Hell Week is approaching, you all will need it if you wanna plan on being in this sorority. Get ready sluts, you all are going to be hazed harder than a person getting gang banged and enjoying it in a back way ally." Did she really just say that?...

"Of course Beautiful Chanel" , Hester, the girl with the neck brace replies to her.

Chanel smirks at this and  walks out of the hallway. "Well I'm guessing I should leave now, come on Gigi! We got a lot of stuff to do tomorrow." The dean yells as she walks out the door, with who I am guessing is Gigi following close behind her.

Man..that is one ugly skirt.

--Next Day--

(Chanel Orbelin POV)

I need a plan, I cant let these so called students join my sorority since one of them looks like they legit came from the make a wish foundation.

"Chanel what would you like to order?" I am brought out of my thoughts as I see Chanel #2 asking me what I would like to order.

She smiles nervously as we both bring out attention to the Barrista.

"What would you like to order Ms Chanel?" Looking down at his name tag, seeing it says Pete, I avert my look to his eyes and smirk,

"Well Pete, I would first love it if you didn't look like a butt plug got shoved 2 feet deep into your ass. However that would seem to much to ask. I will have a pumpkin spice latte with no foam, extra sugar, no honey, served at 210 degrees, with no foam." I reply back as I notice Chanel #2 giving me a look that is saying, are you serious?

"Yes I am serious #2" I quickly respond to her look.

"Ms Chanel that is really really hot, extra hot goes up to 170° F. If we do 210° it will burn the milk" Pete tells me in a questionable tone.

"I'm sorry are you denying me the right to enjoy my pumpkin spice latter served at 210° with no foam, extra sugar, and no honey?!" I yell at Pete, no one tells me what I can't and what I can't have.

"I suggest you get going with my order before I have you fired for not doing what I say" I tell him coldly.

Shooting daggers at him with my eyes. "Yes Chanel of course" he responds lowly as he starts making the latte. "Ok" averting my attention to chanel #2 as we wait for my order.

"We need to come up with a plan to get these so called pledges running out the door. Because let's face it, they will destroy the reputation you and I have built in the house."

Twirling a strand of her hair in her fingertips, she bites her light shade of pink bottom lip and thinks to herself.

"We can always scare them off Chanel" she finally responds after like 2 minutes. "Like we can do something, maybe a prank, to scare them off so that way they will be to frightened to come back?" she smiles and continues to twirl her hair.

"Good Idea #2, I've always known you were the most loyal of the Chanels" I praise her as I see my latte is almost done.

"Thank you Chanel, anyways, how would we scare them off?" she questions. Before I can respond I am interrupted. "Here we go Chanel, one Pumpkin spice latte, no foam, extra sugar, no honey, no foam, served at 210°" I smirk as I take a sip of the latte, "mmm, delicious" I mumble to myself.

God damn that is hot, wait, I have an Idea!

"We burn someone's face off!" I announce loudly, causing some people to stare,

"Turn around peasants!" I yell.

"Are you for real? Chanel that is dangerous" #2 questions as she looks at me shocked.

"Not for real you idiot, we make it seem like it. We make it seem like it is a fight or something and dip their head into the deep fryer. " I reply dryly.

"Question is who would do it?" I ask myself.

"There is no way in hell I am doing it, oil causes pimples." Chanel #2 responds as we make our way out of the coffee shop.

"I think I know who will do it. Neckbrace girl." I smirk as we open the door revealing us to the outside world.

"She does look like she will do anything for you" Chanel #2 responds back, flipping her chestnut colored locks behind her shoulder.

"Damn hell she does, that is why she is perfect for the job."