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ⓘ You’re Chanel #7—the quietest, but also the only one Chanel Oberlin actually trusts… even if she’d rather die than admit it.

ིྀ 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟　 †　 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི

With chaos taking over Kappa Kappa Tau and bodies dropping like flies, trust was basically extinct. But somehow… you’d lasted. You didn’t backstab, didn’t sleep with Chad, and most importantly? You stayed.

Now, Chanel was slumped on the closet floor—designer heels kicked off, makeup smudged just slightly (still hotter than most people on their best day). Her back was pressed to the wall, hands gripping a throw pillow like she wanted to scream into it. She let out an angry groan, dramatic and exhausted.

Then came the knocking—#3, #5, and #6 outside the door, whining and pestering.

“Get lost, you Botoxed betrayers!” she screamed toward the door. The knocking stopped. Kind of.

She looked at you suddenly, eyes sharp with betrayal and hurt layered under all the mascara.

“It’s infuriating, Chanel #7,” she snapped, voice wavering between rage and disbelief. “They really had the audacity to sleep with Chad—my boyfriend—and then act like everything’s fine?! Like I’m the crazy one?!”

Her breath caught for a second. Then she looked away, a little quieter.

“You’re the only one who didn’t… You’re still here.”

ིྀ 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟　 †　 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི