Chapter 4: Need A Plan

Disclaimer: read chapter 1

"Jasmine Maria Iris Swanson!" Jesse called her full name, giving her the fatherly look fit for a disgraceful child.

"Jesse?!" Jasmine spoke in shock but quickly replaced her fear with an innocent façade. "Hi... What are you doing here?"

"Traveling with you to Texas, that's exactly what I'm doing."

His reply caught Jasmine off guard.

"Huh?" she asked, utterly dumbfounded.

Before Jesse could reply, they both heard the plane attendant on the intercom.

"Everyone, please take your seats. We are about to take flight."

"Sit down, Jazz," Jesse commanded, patted the seat in between him and the window. Jasmine wished that she could make a switch. Jesse's angry face still hadn't melted away.

"Ma'am, please take your seat," the plane attendant commanded with forced politeness. Jasmine looked at her surroundings and realized that everyone was already seated except her. She quickly turned back around, covering her face from embarrassment. As much as she didn't want to, Jasmine had no choice but to sit. Any second longer and her face would be flushed red from the stares around her. She scooted in front of Jesse and sat down with a huff.

The flight attendant told everyone the rules and what to do before take-off. Everyone obliged with no problem, except the rule about all electronic devices had to be turned off. Why do they need to be turned off? What's going to happen if Jazz listened to Pink from her iPod, during take-off.

The airplane began to move, shaking everyone from the plane's turbulence. Once they were on the air, smoothly heading to Texas, the siblings could finally have a decent conversation.

"How did you know I was here?" Jasmine asked.

"Your friends are blabbermouths," Jesse replied. "Beca and I came home, overhearing them talk about you and Stacie leaving Georgia."

"So you're going to be my travel buddy, instead of Stace?"

"What choice do I have?! Mom and Dad depended on me to protect you. What you're doing is dangerous, Jazz!"

"Hey, this isn't my idea. Okay? Chloe offered to pay the flight tickets, and Fat Amy forced me to go by her weight and smell!"

Jesse furrowed his brows in confusion, "Smell?"

"Don't ask!" Jasmine snapped. "Listen, if you don't tell Mom and Dad about this, I would greatly appreciate it."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because if you tell them about me flying to Texas, I'll tell them that you went with me and that you had sex with Beca and that other girl before her!"

Jesse frowned, "You wouldn't?"

"Believe me; I would! A huge part of me wants to tell Mom about what you did with Beca, and witness her wrath, you know. But I decided against it for leverage." Jasmine said, smirking mischievously, "So keep your mouth shut, while I'll seal mine."

Jesse scoffed, staring ahead, "You are evil, you know that?"

"I am if I choose to be."

"I still can't believe you didn't tell Mom and Dad about that night."

"If I did, they would've driven to Barden and have embarrassed you in front of your acapella group."

Jesse buried his face, picturing the spankings and the earful lectures.

"Look, can we change the subject?" Jazz asked. Talking about you and Beca is making me think dirty thoughts so..."

"I get it. Couldn't agree more..." Jesse leaned back and folded his arms, "So can you please enlighten the evil plan with me?"

"Didn't the girls tell you?"

"Stacie spilled about flying to Texas with you. I just took her ticket and ran out of the house, not bothering to hear why."

Jasmine sighed, knowing that she was going to have to explain the plan to Jesse. She hated telling long stories, so she decided to try and keep it short. She told him everything, especially the part when Fat Amy farted on her back.

"So... The Bellas sent you to Texas to spy on the German group?" Jesse asked.

"Yes. A part of me is glad that you are here and not Stacie, she doesn't have the brains for the job."

"A part of me is wondering why you girls couldn't just watch their performances on YouTube."

"They obviously want deeper information. Maybe information that could lead to blackmail."

"Was that the reason?"

Jasmine shrugged, "Maybe. I'm just the girl undercover. Chloe paid for the flight, and I'm going to enjoy the freebie as long as I can."

"So, what's the plan?" Jesse asked curiously.

Jasmine furrowed her brows in confusion, "I just told you the plan. To spy on DSM."

"I know, but how? How are you going to spy on them?"

Jasmine paused, thinking deeply, "I don't know. Never been to the pavilion before."

Jesse sighed, "Okay, we'll worry about it when we get to the hotel."

"Hotel?" Jasmine questioned out loud. Jesse cast her a questionable look as well.

"Yeah, the hotel Chloe rented for us..." Jesse straightened his back, eyeing his sister for confirmation, "Chloe did book us a room, right?"

Jasmine's mouth curled downwards, realizing another failed priority, "Oh..."

Jesse's eyes grew bigger and his mouth agape, "She didn't?"

"No," Jasmine replied sheepishly. "The girls and I were too busy hating the German tour thieves; we hadn't thought about it."

Jesse groaned, resting his head back on his seat, "Okay... Whatever. At least, she gave you the money for a room."

Jasmine's face contorted again, realizing another, if not more, essential piece of the mission, "Oh."

Jesse glared at her in disbelief again, "She didn't give you any money for a room?! Food?!"

"She just booked the flight!" Jasmine spoke defensively.

"Jazz, how could you not think about the other important stuff!"

"I'm sorry, Jesse! It's not every day that you get jumped and farted on by a woman with God knows how much junk in her trunk, who showed her vagina on live television, and then you were forced to fly to Texas to spy on a group of scary-shit Germans at the last minute! I'm sorry, Jesse! But it's not my fault that the Bellas sent me here unprepared when I should be choreographing our group number!"

After the earful rant, Jazz took a breath, relaxing against her leather seat. She didn't realize that she caught the passengers' attention.

"Hold up!"

The siblings jumped when a booming voice cried behind their seats. They turned their heads and looked up to see a big black man behind them, giving Jasmine a disapproving glare, "You're a Bella?!"

Jasmine's mouth became agape, but no words came out. She realized that she had spilled too much. Not good.

"You're the Bella Bitch who choreographed that routine in DC?!"

Jesse was about to jump into her sister's defense.

"Now hold on-"

He was cut off by a mom with a few kids, three seats beside theirs.

"My kids watched y'alls act on the internet!" the mom screamed, jabbing the finger at Jazz's direction.

Soon everyone was yelling their hate for the Bellas, cursing her, blaming Jasmine for choreographing that offense exposure to the President. Jasmine and Jesse tried to fight back, calling the flight attendants to come and control the angry mob, but sooner or later, the flight attendants joined in the rampage. This was going to be a long flight to Texas.

~000~000~000~

The siblings finally managed to escape the mob three hours later. It was now midnight, and the siblings needed their rest.

Combining Jesse's money in his pocket with Jasmine's, they managed to book a room at the Red Roof Inn, three miles from the airport, for one night. The place was decent. They had a bathroom, a TV, and one bed. That meant either they have to share a bed, or Jesse has to sleeps on the floor or the tub.

Jasmine was dressed in her tank top and a pink, green-bow, shorts with a green frog on the side. She was currently brushing her wet waves; before putting it up in a messy bun. The shower didn't help her cold one bit, so she had taken some NyQuil, nose spray, and put on Flo's breathe right strips for the night.

"Okay, so how are we going to spy on DSM?" Jesse asked, slipping on his old clothes, after taking a shower. Since he decided to travel with his sister at the last minute, he didn't have time to pack up. His wife beaters and his boxers would have to do for bed.

"Well, a part of me wanted to go undercover as a staff member," Jasmine suggested.

Jesse sighed and rolled his eyes, "Jazz, not only is your idea crazy but illegal. We could go to jail..." His frown deepened when he noticed Jasmine's choice of clothes for bed, "Could you put on some pants or something? I don't want to be in bed with you wearing your underwear."

"Uh, Jesse... these are shorts."

Jesse widened his eyes in disbelief. Were those boxers pajama shorts? Those were too short to be categorized as shorts. The next time they go on a last-minute trip, he's packing her pants.

"Why can't you wear pants?"

"Why can't you?" Jasmine snapped, gesturing to the briefs he's wearing.

Jesse glanced down at his underwear for a moment, "That's different. I'm a guy! We sometimes sleep shirtless and only wear our underwear."

"And sometimes girls sleep nude," Jasmine knew she had only slept topless once, but it was only because her room was boiling hot one night.

The only Bella she knew dressed nude for bed was Chloe. Jasmine didn't mean to look. One night, she was having a drink of water but caught Chloe in the kitchen with a see-through robe on. Her body was so noticeable; Jasmine didn't know why Chloe had bothered putting the gown on. The red-head clearly stated that she had no problem showing off her stuff.

Jesse's jaw hit the floor at Jasmine's dirty words, he immediately covered his ears, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that!"

Jasmine rolled her eyes, "Okay, then what is your plan, Saint Nick?"

Jesse uncovered his ears and faced his baby sister, "Well... we could go in as fans?"

"But, we won't have juicy info."

"Well, I'm afraid, sis, that's all we're going to do. You and your friends are terrible at planning and thinking logically."

"Hey, it wasn't my idea! It was Fat Amy's! She wanted to wear black."

Jesse rolled his eyes, lying on his back, "Whatever. We're just going to watch the show, then get on the first flight back to Georgia. Got it?"

"Fine. Whatever, but what are we going to do about food?"

Jesse paused, considering her question. They're going to starve tomorrow. "How much do we have?"

Jasmine fell in silence, doing the math in her head, "We spent almost seventy dollars tonight for the room, be lucky that they didn't charge more since they believe me to be seventeen."

"So?" Jesse asked for their new balance.

"So... I'm not sure," Jasmine admitted, her mind too exhausted to think.

Jesse yawned loudly, "Well, we'll think of something once we get some sleep."

"We're not sleeping in the same bed!" Jasmine argued.

"Well, that's too bad for you!" Jesse snapped, "I was supposed to be Beca's ride for tomorrow, and she needs the support. But no, you decided to pack up and leave Georgia without a buddy!"

"Stacie was coming with me..." Jasmine furrowed her brows in confusion, "And Beca needs support? What kind of support?"

Jesse yawned again, beating his pillow before lying on his back, over the covers, "Ask her when we get home."

"Well, I want to know now-" Jasmine was cut off by her brother's snoring. She groaned as she tucked in the covers with pillows over her head, hoping to block Jesse's snore, it barely worked. Jasmine sighed, reaching down her bag to retrieve her iPod. She stuck her earphones in, turned off the lamp, and put on a playlist of Love Never Dies. At 1:23 in the morning, Jasmine finally drifted to sleep with the sound of Once Upon Another Time...

~000~000~000~

Jesse's fears came true when he woke up. His nose was stuffy; he could barely breathe. He had forgotten that Jasmine was recovering from her cold. Luckily, Jasmine had a spray for him, but it only caused him to have sinus pressure. Jasmine suggested that he should lay down and rest, and she would come for him when the mission was over. Jesse declined.

A miracle happened this morning. As the siblings were about to leave the inn, they found out that the breakfast buffet was free. They ate until it lasted them the whole day. They needed to save the rest of their money for the ride to the pavilion and the airport.

After their meal, they left the inn with two fresh apples in their pockets. They took a taxi, finally made it to the pavilion - after taking two U-turns, speeding through a stoplight, and almost got pulled over by a cop. The driver was kind, but his driving scared the siblings to the core. Luckily, he didn't recognize Jasmine as a Bella.

Jazz had on shades with gems on both sides, a black beanie hat, a denim jacket over her P!nk T-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and the sneakers she wore on the plane.

"Jesse, you shouldn't have come-"

"I'm-" he cut off by his own sneezing, "fine."

Jasmine placed his hand over Jesse's forehead, her face fell in concern, "You're warm."

"So is this weather," Jesse said in a hoarse, nasally voice. "Why are you dressing warm? It's seventy degrees here."

"So people won't recognize me! If the people from the plane can recognize me-"

"They found out you were a Bella, because of your loudmouth."

Jasmine hit his arm.

"Ow!" Jesse rubbed his arm.

"Let's get this over with," Jasmine grumbled, as they were about to get inside the large tent to the amphitheater. Before they could go any further, there was a long line for tickets. The wait time could be two hours tops. How the hell were they going to wait that long for tickets?

Then, they heard a woman with a loud bullhorn, "Attention, everyone! Tickets to DSM are sold out! No seats will be available at this time! I repeat tickets to DSM are sold out! No seats will be available at this time! Thank you!"

Everyone in line groaned and retreated, except for the siblings.

"Great. We traveled across four states for nothing!" Jesse sneezed some more, wiping his snot-covered hands against his jeans. "What's your idea now, Mission Impossible?"

"Oh, shut up, Jesse!" Jasmine snapped. "The only way to get inside is to blend in."

"Blend in..." Jesse paused to sneeze, "How?"

"Blending in with the behind the scenes crew," Jasmine was about to walk but was held back by her brother.

"Are you crazy?" Jesse demanded.

"Maybe so," Jasmine admitted. "I came all this way to spy on Germans, and I am going to spy on Germans! So deal with it!"

"But, Jazz, you're scared of Germans."

"Yeah, but this mission doesn't apply to chatting or having a beer with them."

Her comment caused Jesse to narrow his eyes at her suspiciously.

"I'm not drinking beer! Okay?" Jasmine raised her hands defensively. "Chill! Look, we just go; snoop a little; hopefully, we'll be able to watch their performance and go home. No big deal."

"But what if we get caught?"

"Then we get caught. I'm sure your girlfriend would be happy to pay our bail, just like she was happy to suck your-"

"Enough!" Jesse snapped while coughing against his fist. He gave his sister a slight push, ushering her to move, "Let's get this over with."

The siblings rushed to a nearby tree, watching two security guards guarding a tour bus - a beautiful, dark blue tour bus.

"Damn," Jazz cursed. "That should've been the Bellas' bus."

"How are we going to get in?"

"We?"

Jesse glared at her, confusingly, "Yeah, we? How are we going to get in?"

Jasmine paused to think until her lips curled into a wicked smirk. Jesse hated that look. It's the same look that got him in trouble. It cost him his allowance, TV time, video game time, music time, his car keys, friends, even girlfriends. That look ruined his life.

~000~000~000~

Two guards were bored sitting by the bus until they spotted a beautiful, raven-haired girl walking their way. According to her size, she looked to be in her teens, fifteen or seventeen.

"Can I help you, Miss?" the taller, dark-haired guard asked.

"Y-Yes," Jasmine groaned, struggling to carry her brother's heavy backpack. "I w-was - ugh - wondering if you can help me."

"Well?" the guard with the mustache (who looked exactly like the younger version of David Arquette) asked, staring at her chest. Jasmine couldn't help but shiver at the man's creepiness.

"Y-Yeah. Well... You see, I was heading home from school, but I may have taken a wrong turn... and... ugh!" She transferred the bag from one shoulder to the other, feeling her arm muscles getting sore.

"You're lost or something?" the dark-haired guard asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, where are you headed?" the guard with the mustache asked.

"To... Austin," Jasmine replied without thinking, she knew nothing about Texas, except its capital.

The guards looked at her in disbelief. Austin was about three hours away from Houston.

"Austin?" the guards asked in unison.

Jasmine nodded, uneasily, "Uh, sure."

"Damn, girl, you are a long way from home!" the mustache man commented with amusement.

Jasmine laughed along with the cops until it died down. The police realized that this was no laughing matter.

"This is not funny, rookie," the dark-haired guard slapped his partner in the face.

"Of course, it-" the younger version of David Arquette got slapped again. He forced himself to nod in agreement but still snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. "Right, Sir. Not funny at all."

The dark-haired guard turned back to Jasmine, "Okay, tell you what. How about you come with us, and-"

He was cut off when a young man - Jesse, who was hiding behind the bushes - rushed towards the group - the girl to be specific - and swiped the bag from her shoulder. Jesse continued running with the backpack without looking back.

Jasmine was putting her acting skills to the test, pretending to be pissed off, "What the fuck?!" She turned to the guards; they were standing there like statues and processing the whole thing. "Hello! That dude stole my bag! Do something!"

The dark-haired man began to panic, "Holy shit! This wasn't supposed to happen! I thought we're going to sit around, wear these cool shades..." he gestured the glasses over his eyes. "...and eat doughnuts!" He held up a pack of white powered doughnuts, shoving one in his mouth.

"You're telling me! I'm only here for the uniform to pick up chicks!" the mustache man snapped.

"Aren't you going to chase after him?!" Jasmine demanded. "The jerk has my backpack!"

"Who do you think we are?" the dark-haired asked. "Cops?!"

Jasmine raised a brow at them. The badges pinned to their shirts should've been proof that they're policemen.

"I got it!" the mustache guy lifted a finger. "How about we go find a phone and call the cops?"

The dark-haired man nodded, "Great idea! Let's go!"

"Right behind you!"

The idiot duos ran in the opposite direction, Jesse was running. Jazz should call Jesse and tell him that he didn't need to run. After all, he's suffering a bad cold.

Jazz paused at that thought, before shaking her head in dismissal, "Nah, he'll figure it out... soon."

Right now, she was too involved with the tour bus. She's dying to know what's inside. She reached out for the door handle. It was smooth and shiny, and still beautiful to the touch. This should've been hers - the Bellas. Whatever's inside the bus should've been theirs. Her heart was racing with anticipation and eagerness. She pulled the handle to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

Jasmine jerked the handle back, but the door refused to open; it's locked.

"Dammit!" Jasmine cried, kicking the bus tire in frustration. She thought of the plan to distract the guards but never thought that they would actually lock the bus. "This is just great! Just FUCKING great!" She kicked the bus door a couple of times, hoping that it might open for her on its own, but no luck.

She pulled her phone out to text her brother that this mission wasn't turning out the way they hoped. This was a waste. They traveled here for nothing. They were unprepared.

Her head leaned against the bus door while texting, taking a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. She didn't realize somebody was approaching her until a hand was placed on her shoulder. She whirled around and screamed in terror, accidentally whipping her arm forward, releasing the phone in her hand. It flew straight to the stranger's nose.

"Witchser!" the man cursed, holding onto his nose.

Jasmine screamed for a full minute, gasping deep breaths while taking in the stranger's appearance. He was massive, about a foot and an inch taller than her. Not only that, but he's a hot man in black. He looked exactly like Gerard Butler in phantom mode. That's what made him dangerous. Jasmine was freaking out. She wanted to knee the man in the balls and run, but she froze in her spot, staring at the man who's currently in pain.

He looked down at her while holding his nose, "What's wrong with you, mädchen?!"

Jasmine realized the man was a German, and she knew that German people scared her to the core. She didn't know what he called her but believed it to be an insult.

"What's wrong with you?!" she snapped immediately, imitating his accent. "Scaring me half to death with your bloody, goliath body!"

He stood up straight, becoming more intimidating with his height while holding his nose with one hand. He was piercing her eyes with his icy cold gaze. She couldn't help but shiver and advert her eyes in fear. She was glad to be wearing sunglasses, so the man won't see how terrified she was.

"I'm here to pick up something inside," the man gestured the bus with his free hand, "but I found you upset. Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine," Jasmine stated with little confidence, still talking in a German accent. She didn't know why she was doing it, but she wanted to blend in without suspicion. However, after the display she made, it only caused the opposite.

The man narrowed his eyes at her, not realizing the redness leaking through his pinched nostrils, "Then what are you doing near the bus? You do realize that it's for DSM members only?"

"Well, I..." Jasmine turned around to stare at the bus, thinking of a good lie for the man. "I was..." she turned around and widened her eyes at the dripping blood, "Uh... Sir, your nose is bleeding."

"What?" he released his hold on his nose and saw the red stain on his hand, "Oh, scheiße!"

She didn't know what he said in German, but she guessed it was a curse word. She felt terrible for hurting him but was mostly afraid of what he'll do to her.

"Listen, I-I am so sorry! I didn't mean to throw my phone at you! Y-You just scared me, and-"

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," the man cut her off, squatting down to pick up her phone from the grassy ground. "Let me get this for you."

"No, it's fine," Jasmine squatted down as well.

"No, allow me."

"No..." Jasmine stopped talking when she saw both of their hands dangerously close to touching while holding onto Jasmine's grey iPhone 6. She looked up to see him gazing right at her. She immediately lowered her head and picked up the phone. "Thank you." She straightened up, still looking down at the ground. "Sir, you should really get a Kleenex or something."

"I should, but I would rather stick around to figure out what you're doing around here. Are you a fangirl dying for an autograph?"

Jasmine scoffed, wanting to slap that smirk off his face. "Why yo...es," she replied with the same German accent, "You can say that... You see, I.. am traveling with my brother, and we are both huge fans of DSM. We came from Germany to watch DSM perform."

The man's lips twitched into a smile, no longer pinching his nose. "How flattering."

Jasmine smiled back to act friendly but was disgusted by his bloody face.

"Sir, you really need to clean up," Jasmine gestured the blood-smear against his cheeks, nose, and lips.

The man cringed, tasting the metallic penny on his lips. He should clean up, but he's curious about the girl's previous breakdown.

"Ja..." the man folded his arms over his chest, "but you didn't explain why you were so upset."

"I'm not upset; I just had a moment, that's all," Jasmine insisted, averting his gaze. "I just wasn't thinking."

"You mean you had a mental liberation?"

Jasmine furrowed her brows, not having a clue to what the term meant, "I... I guess you can call it that. Ja."

"Well," the man pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door to the bus, "Let's say you and I talk about this inside, while I clean up."

Jasmine widened her eyes at this unexpected invitation from this mysterious stranger. She really didn't want to talk to the German man, just snoop. But this was a golden opportunity to look inside the bus. It would be stupid to deny it.

She eventually nodded, "Okay."

He ushered her inside, "Ladies first."

She offered a weak smile before stepping inside the bus. The man was following her, shutting the door behind them. She knew then that there's no turning back now.