Chapter 5: The Waterboy and the Fangirl
Disclaimer: read chapter 1
~Jasmine's POV~
'All this stuff should've been ours!'
I am really pissed off, but amazed when the mysterious man and I entered the bus. It looked more like a little house than a typical bus. There were luxury blue sofa cushions, a flat screen TV with speakers, a disco ball attached to the ceiling, a stereo, a gourmet kitchen, - they even have a stripper pole in the middle aisle. The girls and I could've used that to strip and dance exotically...
Just kidding... We could've used that to practice flips and tricks for the choreography... except for Fat Amy. I'm pretty sure she didn't want to suffer another night of exposure, no matter how much money I give her... Well, technically, I don't have any money to give her, now that I'm broke!
"How does it feel?"
I perked up at the sound of that intimidating, German voice, whose nose had stopped bleeding. Thank God. I now hope that his nose wasn't broken. That would be a law suit, I can't afford.
My eyebrows furrowed, not exactly sure what he meant.
"How does what feel?"
The man chuckled - his scary German chuckle.
"To be in DSM's tour bus!" the man stated, spinning around, gesturing the room around us.
I really wanted to scream out that this should've been the Bella's bus - not DSM! But I am not stupid... most of the time. I replied with a nod and smile.
"This is... awesome. Really awesome," I was still disguising my voice. I told him that I was from Germany, I have to sound like I am from that country. It's a bit annoying and exhausting, really, to pretend to be somebody else for hours.
I tried to sound enthusiastic, I would've been if the Bellas and I were riding it. This man seemed to have questioned my fangirl enthusiasm, but I pulled it off with a gleefully grin.
The man went down the aisle where the kitchen was, pulling out a wet paper towel to clean his nose.
"Would you like something to drink?" he offered.
"Uh... What do ya have?" I replied.
"Um..." I can hear him opening the fridge to see what kind of drinks he had.
"Coca-Cola, Sprite, Mountain Fizz... and Weihenstephaner."
What did he say? Weenie-what?
"What was the last part again?"
"Weihenstephaner," The man pulled his head out of the fridge, and peered over to see my questionable face. "Beer."
"Oh!"
After going through almost four hours of a hell flight with an angry mob, sleeping with my sick brother, waiting in line for tickets that were sold out, talking to dumb cops - who I guess weren't really cops - and being scared to death by a Goliath; I needed a drink!
"I will have that."
The man narrowed his eyes at me, seemed to be questioning me.
"You offered," I pointed out.
"Forgive my forwardness, but... how old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
His eyes still kept his gaze at mine as if he was reading my white lie. His intense gaze scared me to the core. I held my breath, hoping that he wouldn't catch my fear.
"When is your birthday?"
I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, "Is this an interrogation?"
"No. Of course not. If we were in Germany, I would have no problem giving you a drink. But we are in America. It's just that you don't look anything like twenty-two. Sixteen, maybe. Twenty-two?" He shook his head, "There's no way.
I shrugged, "I get that a lot." That part was the truth. People say that I look like fifteen or sixteen, when I am really nineteen. "I guess you can say that I drank the Fountain of Youth," I finished with a mischievous smirk.
His face twitched as if something about what I said was funny. He was still standing there with two beer bottles in his hands. I applaud him for showing a bit of good judgment. No way he wanted to go to an American jail for serving an underage girl a drink.
"I will show you my ID if you don't believe me," I said. I pray to God that he didn't take up my offer. I wanted him to just give me the beer and be done with it.
His face was hesitant, debating what to do.
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"How is your nose?"
The man lightly tapped his nose and shrugged, "Still bruised."
I grinded my teeth, still felt guilty about throwing my phone at his face, "Sorry."
"Don't be. It's fine," he assured me, taking a swig of his beer.
Yes, he finally gave me the bottle. German beer tastes nothing like American's beer. It was very sweet but bitter at the same time. How could German's drink this stuff, it's no wonder they're intimidating all the time!
As we were drinking our bottles, we talked. Finally, I got some info on DSM. This guy was the key to my mission. I found out their music style, their past competitions, names in the group. We were so into the conversation of DSM, the man forgot to question my mental liberation.
"So where are you heading after Texas?" I asked curiously, sipping the last of my beer. From all that drinking, I started to feel a bit lightheaded. Thank God, that Jesse and I were taking the cab to the airport. I can't drive, and I am afraid Jesse might fall asleep behind the wheel from the cold medication.
The man furrowed his brows, questioning my words. It seemed that every time I talk, it added suspicion. He had every right to be, I am spying for their acapella rival.
"I thought you and your brother are following us on tour?"
I shrugged, "We are, but..." Come on, Jazz, think of a good lie. A really good fucking lie. "My... brother is... in charge of travel. He never tells me where we're going until the last minute."
"Where is your brother?" he asked curiously.
Tell the truth, I suppose.
"In bed. He was sneezing all morning. He woke up with the cold."
He frowned, shaking his head, "That's a shame. So he won't be coming to watch DSM's performance."
"Well... to the tell you the truth... we won't be able to come."
I had to hold back a snort of laughter when the man's eyes popped open, couldn't believe what I just said.
"What do you mean?"
"Tickets sold out... My brother is an idiot and not getting them ahead of time."
The man opened his mouth, aweing in understanding.
"You know..." The man began, lowering his gaze on his beer, "I can help you with that."
I raised a brow at him. Was he saying what I think he's saying?
"What do you mean? Are you saying that you can give me and my brother tickets?"
"No."
My face fell. Damn it.
Then, I noticed the man's lips, it was stretching.
"I will provide you tickets and backstage passes."
"Backst-" I cleared my throat, realizing that I almost used my American voice. "Backstage passes?!" I asked with my German accent.
"I would give your brother a pass, but I simply can't risk the group catching the mucus."
I nodded, "Understandable." Deep down, I wished my brother can spread his germs on the DSM... Hold it! I was sick! I feel better, but the germs had to be inside me somewhere. Maybe when his back was turned I can take a sip of his can, or sneeze on the table, or let out an unprotecting cough that should do the trick.
BARK! BARK!
I jumped at the sudden sound of a loud, squeaky bark. It was high-pitched, repetitive, and irritating to the ears. The stranger rolled his eyes, jumping out of the sofa.
"Excuse me. I will be right back," the stranger said, heading down the hall. I couldn't help but follow him, leaving finger prints behind at the table. We reached the end of the hall towards a skinny door. Is that the bathroom.
"You have a dog?" I asked curiously.
The man turned to me as though not expecting me to be standing here.
He shook his head, "No. Kommissar has a dog - a tiny, but very loud and demanding one at that. Like Master, like dog."
My mouth became agape, picturing the adorable pup in my head. All fluffy and cute, showing off its cruel, adorable eyes. "Aww... I want to see."
The man's face turned stone cold. Why the sudden change of attitude?
"I rather you didn't."
"Oh, come on! Why not?"
"Believe girl, Adelisa does not take a liking to strangers."
"I won't scare her off. I promise. Please," I begged, showing off my own puppy-dog eyes. "Pretty please..."
"Mmm..." Before the man could reply, another interruption was made.
"Pieter!"
The man winced from the Bluetooth, I finally noticed, was attached to his ear. He whispered something I didn't understand, he probably cursed; because from the look on his face, he didn't seem happy to hear her voice.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"My eye pencil is gone! It was right in my makeup pouch, but now it's gone! I know you took it again!"
The voice was definitely a woman's voice with a German accent. A very loud and obnoxious one at that, just like the barking puppy.
"No, I didn't," The man argued softly in boredom.
"Yes, you did! I know you did!"
"Did you check behind your ear?"
"Yes!"
"Your other one?"
"...Oh," she said weakly.
The man formed a smug look on his face, "Bitte."
"Pieter, we are losing time. Meet me backstage. Forget the water I asked for. You are taking forever than usual."
"I was only talking to a fan, ma'am. Calm-"
"Pieter, do NOT tell me to calm down. Enough with the excuses. Meet me backstage NOW!" She hung up.
I found out a lot of things during that minute conversation. The man in front of me had a name after all - Pieter.
"Dieser anspruchsvolle Hündin," Pieter cursed. He raised his eyes at me, remembering that I was here with him. "Forgive me, but I need to cut this greeting short."
"Why?" I asked, knowing the answer already.
Pieter huffed, "Because if I don't leave now, Kommissar will exhaust me with fifty pushups again."
I widened my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, "Fifty?!" He nodded. Jesus, I can't even do twenty. Poor guy. "What exactly are doing for this group, be the water boy?"
Pieter snorted with amusement as I followed him to the kitchen. He pulled out a clean, folded black towel, and swung it over his shoulder.
"You might say that. I am apparently the towel boy as well."
"Sorry," I grumbled, feeling bad that this Kommissar girl was treating this decent guy like dirt.
I am still intimidated by the accent, but Pieter seemed like a nice guy. He was forgiven and understanding when I bruised his nose with his hulk body. He gave me beer, even when he was suspicious of my age. He offered me tickets and backstage passes. Finally, he gave information on DSM, including the fact that he's towel/waterboy for the group.
"Nein, don't apologize. I learned how to get use to her... bossiness."
I was thinking bitchiness, but bossiness was the nicest word Pieter could describe her.
Pieter clapped his hands, causing me to jump in surprise, "I just remember... the passes, the tickets."
"Ja?"
He showed off that grin, "Wait, right here, and I'll be back really quick!"
I nodded, "Kay."
As soon as he went through the door to the end of the hall, I decided to invite myself to snoop a bit. I jumped slightly at the sound of the dog's yapping. I love dogs, but this one's bark was getting obnoxious.
Back to searching the bus, I investigated the front. The evidence I found were luxury couches and technology, and a stripper pole. The kitchen was tidy and gothic. Nothing special here... until I saw the fridge.
You know how you stick report cards and pictures of butterflies on the fridge for everyone to see? Well... What I found on DSM's fridge were mostly magnets of every place they traveled. But the Eiffel Tower magnet held a sheet of paper, the jackpot. I found the DSM's tour schedule. It had a list of every place that they went (crossed out) and the rest where DSM plan to go next.
I found a few places that were interesting and angry.
'We should've been there!'
Las Vegas, Los Angelas, Hawaii?! They were all there in the victory tour. This sucks! The Bellas should've gone to Hawaii, not the German tour thieves, who's got a water boy (who resembled a lot like Gerald Butler). I must admit, Pieter was too hot to be Kommissar's waterboy.
I turned the pages to see the last place they went. The last place that was crossed out was currently Texas. The next city below it... NO! No way!
Austin, Texas - Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion
Atlanta, Georgia - Georgia World Congress Center
"What the fuck!" I cursed loudly with my real accent. I instantly covered my mouth, realizing that I wasn't alone in the bus. I peered over my shoulder to see that Pieter didn't come out yet. Maybe he didn't hear me. I hope so.
When ten turned to thirty seconds, I looked back at the sheet before me. I can't believe this! Chloe was right about one thing, she sucked at maps. Jesse was right about one thing, the Bellas were terrible at planning schemes without thinking through. We spent almost a hundred dollars for things that were a waste. Jesse and I spent all that doe, just to find out that DSM was going to Georgia next! Worst day ever!
The next time the Bellas try to convince me to spy on another group, I'll be happy to feel Fat Amy's weight on me than waste my day. I could've accomplished a lot of things today. Like getting my homework done, practice dance, create choreography, get to the bottom of Beca's lie.
Speaking of Beca, why did she lie about talking to Jesse that morning? What was she hiding?
I jumped at the sound of two bangs against the bus door. I accidentally dropped the papers, but quickly stuck it back on the fridge. Dashing towards the door, I peered through the windows to see the sneezing man outside. I opened the door to see my brother coughing and sneezing, placing his hands on his thighs, catching his breath.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded in a hiss.
"We have to go!" Jesse stated.
I widened my eyes. He's kidding, right? I was getting good with the snooping, why did he choose to interrupt now?
"Why?"
"The security guards from before..." He paused to sneeze. I jumped back, keeping a safe distance. I have been sick once, I refuse to catch the flu again.
"Yeah?" I urged him to continue. "Those idiots. What about them?"
"They called the police, and they're chasing after me!"
"The idiots or real cops?"
"Both."
I peered outside, taking in my surrounding, looking for the cops Jesse mentioned, "Where are they now?"
"Not far behind. I managed to lose them in the kid's playground. But we don't have time."
"But Jesse-"
"No, Jazz! We're going now!"
I protested, I struggled, but failed both. Jesse may be sick, but he's got a good grip on my arm; it was impossible to escape from him. I told him about getting tickets, the information I uncovered; not surprisingly, Jesse didn't care. He insisted that we fly back to the college, immediately.
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(Pieter's POV)
I was inside Kommissar's special room for the backstage pass and tickets, I promised the girl. Technically, I was not supposed to be in here, which I don't mind of all, because of Kommissar's nasty dog - Adelisa. She might be noble, but Adelisa was loyal to her master, Kommissar and only Kommissar. Being the noble one that dog was being, she barked repetitively, alerting her master of my presence.
"Oh, Halt den Mund!" I snapped with irritation. The dog didn't obey. She could only respond to Kommissar. There's no doubt, I would hear this from Kommissar about entering her room without her permission, but the DSM can't ignore the fans. The girl wanted to see our show, and with her brother sick and all, how could I deny her?
There was one thing I shouldn't have done with that girl was give her the can. She claimed to be legal age, but she didn't look at least a bit like twenty-two. She looked about fifteen years old. If the girl was lying, she wouldn't have offered to show me her ID.
The girl...
She's a weird one, a pretty weird one at that.
I opened Kommissar's drawer and pulled out her private stashes of passes. I smirked, recalling her putting them in there. I pulled one out for the fangirl.
"What the fuck!"
I froze and turned my head towards the direction at the door outside. That voice was not German. It was female and... American. Was this my imagination? No. The nice girl I have been talking to was German... at least, I think she's German. If she wasn't German, then why would she lie?
I crept towards the door to take a peek at the unsuspecting girl. She was looking through the victory tour schedule. She admitted of asking where DSM was heading to next.
There was a banging on the door, causing the girl to drop the schedule, frantically placing it back on the fridge and heading towards the door. I stepped outside to see who was outside. I know it couldn't be DSM, because we barged in the bus anytime we wanted. Looking at the girl's face, I can tell that she knew him.
"They called the police," an American male (that seemed to be under the weather) said outside. "They're chasing after me!"
I narrowed my eyes, taking another step closer. The polizei was chasing after the boy. Why?
What happened next shocked me.
"Where are they now?"
That girl. She was speaking with the same American voice I heard from before. This girl was no German, she's a fraud! I was becoming angry. I shared a beer with her, offered her backstage passes, risked fifty pushups for a fan; and this was the thanks I received? If this girl wasn't German, who was she?
"Not far behind," the man replied. "I managed to get them lost in the kid's playground. But we don't have time."
"But Jesse-"
"No, Jazz! We're going now!"
I heard stumbles and yells from the girl. She certainly didn't wish to leave. Before I could catch them, the door already closed. I opened the door, and the girl and the boy was gone.
"Was zum Teufel?!" I cursed. What just happened? The girl ditched me, while I was supposed to be getting her and her brother tickets. Though, she did protest and struggled. I couldn't help but have curiosity for this girl. Who was she? That boy named Jesse mentioned a name.
Jazz? What kind of name was that for a girl like her? Now that she's gone, how can I see her again? I needed answers. Starting with her motivation for being here. I realized that she was asking too many questions. Was she working for a secret police? A government agent? Or she's simply a thief?
"PIETER!"
"Ah!" I pulled the Bluetooth out of my ear, feeling my ear ring from Kommissar's sudden screech. I couldn't understand exactly what she said, but I knew that she was angry and probably cursing in German. I stayed at American bus longer than normal. Thanks a lot, Jazz girl.
Not only am I angry with the girl, but I am now starting to hate her. Damn her! Just damn her.
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~Third Person's POV~
At 5:45 to be exact, Jesse and Jasmine finally made it back to Georgia in once piece. It involved starvation, sniffles, impatience, and an angry mob of passengers.
Jesse dropped Jasmine at the Bella house, and went back to his dorm to take meds for his new-found flu.
Jasmine entered the room, dizzy and exhausted. She hadn't eaten in four hours, and was about to faint. She also got a migrane from listening to the passengers' complain about the Bellas' horrific act towards the President.
"Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence!"
Jasmine didn't need to look up to know it was Cynthia Rose. She noticed everyone all dressed up as if they were going to a party. Jasmine wanted to slap herself for not catching up the obvious. Jesse and his aca-buddies were throwing a tiki party, too bad for Jesse for he caught Jasmine's flu.
"Oh my gosh!"
Jasmine was caught off guard by the hug she received from Chloe. She was so exhausted, she couldn't think.
Chloe pulled away and faced her with a hopeful, "So? How did you do?"
"Huh?" Jasmine asked dumbfounded.
Her response earned a pinch on the arm.
"Ow!" Jasmine perked up, holding onto her arm. She turned to Chloe in disbelief, "What the fuck, Chloe?"
"The mission!" Chloe stated with impatience, "Did you get the goods on that troublemaking Germans?!"
"Let me start off by saying... the next time you want me to spy on an aca-group... I would rather smell Fat Amy's fart."
The girls were obviously taken back by Jasmine's response.
"That bad, huh?" Cynthia asked.
"How was the show?" Flo asked.
"I - Jesse - we didn't see the show," Jasmine responded.
"What?!" the girls cried.
"Don't blame me for terrible planning!" Jasmine snapped. "Jesse and I spent almost a hundred dollars for a room, a taxi, and food!"
"I paid the flight, didn't it?" Chloe reminded her.
"Yeah, the flight. But the tickets were sold out by the time Jesse and I got there! It's not my fault that we can't plan things!"
Chloe scoffed, "Whatever. So you mean to tell me that you and Jesse found out nothing?"
"I should've tagged along," Stacie mumbled with an eye roll.
"I did. And word of advice, Chloe, try to look through the DSM's tour schedule before paying flight."
Chloe furrowed her brows at her confusingly, "What do you mean?"
Jasmine shrugged, kicking her bag away from her weak body, "All I'm saying is that you never know when they'll come to Georgia, next week."
The girls' faces held shock, mostly Chloe's. Hers was mouth largely opened and eyes grew so big, the eyeballs could pop out at any moment.
"DSM is coming here? To Georgia?" Chloe asked for confirmation.
Jasmine sighed and gave a tired nod, "Yep. And as much as I want to give details about the trip, I'm exhausted and have school stuff to finish. Now if you excuse me!"
"You're not going to Treblemakers' tiki joint?" Fat Amy asked.
"Yeah," Cynthia Rose said, "There is going to be a pool, games, hula girls, beer, and coconuts."
Jasmine pressed her lips together, considering her options. Jesse specifically told her not to drink or have sex - period! However, now that he's sick, he won't be around to boss her around.
"Tempting," Jasmine admitted, "...But I'm going to pass this time. I'm supposed to write a paper for history."
"Well, suck it!" Fat Amy pulled Jasmine up from the couch. "Our aca-buddies are going to be there, and we're going to be there to have the time of our lives!"
"Fat Amy, I'm tired," Jasmine let herself fall on the comfortable couch. " If you went through hell like I did, you must know that you prefer a nap."
"Nah, shots would do the trick."
Jasmine rolled her eyes as she whispered, "Or spend time with your bed buddy."
"What's that?"
"Nothing," Jasmine rested her head on a pillow and tired to sleep.
Fat Amy groaned, "Fine, whatever! Be boring, tonight. I can enjoy coconut rum with another party buddy!" Her eyes raised, meeting another person's gaze. "Legacy, be my party buddy!"
"Um... O-Okay."
It took a minute for Jasmine to realize that voice didn't sound familiar. She raised her head, meeting another woman's gaze. Jasmine never have seen her before. The woman got long, waist-length brown hair; dark eyes; dressed in a white tank top and jeans.
Jasmine narrowed her eyes at this stranger, before turning to Fat Amy, "Uh, Fat Amy, is this another girl we can't remember in the group - like Ashley and... Damn, what is her name?"
"No clue," Fat Amy admitted.
"I'm Jessica!" the quiet Bella cried.
Jasmine and Fat Amy averted her angry gaze, raising their hands up defensively, "Sorry."
"But anyway," Fat Amy continued as if nothing happened, "Jazz meet Legacy." She pointed at the woman who waved. "Legacy meet Jazz." Jasmine gave the same gesture. "Jazz, we got ourselves a new Bella!"
"Huh, that's nice..." Jasmine was out of her tired state to realize what Fat Amy just said, "Wait what?"
Jasmine was, again, caught off guard with another hug. He broke it away to see Legacy who was becoming a little weird and too perky for Jasmine's liking.
"You have no idea what an honor it is to meet the person that choreographs the Bellas' performance! I-I'm Emily... Junk!" She held her hand out for a handshake. Jasmine stared at it blankly for a moment, before catching her hand. The shake was swift, but awkward.
"Chloe?"
The red head approached behind the couch, putting on some earrings, "Yes, Jazz?"
Jasmine ushered her to lean in closer, which Chloe did. She whispered, "I thought we're not allowed to add new members."
Chloe smirked, "Technically, she came to us, not vice versa."
Flo sat down next to Jasmine, "You know it's always good to have an extra body, just in case one of us get kidnapped for ransom, gets thrown in a shipping container, and is made to eat only leaves and gas for breakfast."
Jasmine furrowed her brows at Flo, before she slightly scooted away from her and closer to Chloe, "What does Beca say about this?"
"She doesn't know."
Jasmine raised a brow, "Isn't she the leader of this group too?"
"She is, but she wasn't here when Emily auditioned. Besides, we put it to a vote, and your vote and Beca's vote don't count anyway, since the vote was unanimous."
"Thanks," Jasmine said sarcastically.
"Guys," Fat Amy began, "What's wrong with you? You are talking about Legacy, and she's standing right there!" She pointed at Emily who was a few feet away. The new girl was smiling sheepishly and waving.
Flo, Fat Amy, Jasmine, and Chloe waved back at Emily.
"Okay," Jasmine began standing up, "Legacy, it was nice meeting you. Glad to know someone who isn't yelling our heads off for what we did. So it's good to have a fan."
Emily nodded, grinning, "I am. I am a fan, even when Fat Amy showed off her vagina, which is lovely by the way."
"Thank you," Fat Amy said.
Jasmine was now weird out by Emily, right now. She and Jesse have seen Fat Amy's down under on TV, and there was nothing lovely about that. She believed that Emily will get along very well with Cynthia Rose.
"But anyway, I am exhausted and starving. So if you don't mind, I'm going to help myself for the kitchen," Jasmine left the couch and headed to the kitchen to make herself a peanut butter sandwich.
"What about the details about DSM?" Chloe demanded.
"I'll tell you about it later!" Jasmine snapped.
Chloe raised her hands up defensively, "Okay then."
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~Jasmine's POV~
You have no idea how much I wanted to go with them to the Treblemakers' party. With Jesse sick, it would give me an opportunity to drink without worrying he'll catch me. But my body was telling me to stop. The trip was hell. The flight to Texas was hell. This morning was hell. The flight back to Georgia was hell. I couldn't take the angry mob attacking me for something I didn't do.
No. All I wanted now was take a step back, and watch Dance Moms. Predicable show, but it's the only show I have in mind. I could've watched Dancing with the Stars, but that show wasn't coming on, until October.
I wasn't paying attention to Abby showing favoritism with Maddie. I was too busy doing homework for college. I didn't want to go to college. I wanted to dance and dance some more, until I'm bedridden. But this was what I agreed with my parents in order to have a dancing career. Get a college education, then dance.
With school, dance, and Bellas in my life, I admit I have trouble balancing things. Singing was fun, but it wasn't my strong passion. The reason I joined was because of Jesse and making friends. There was no dance team at Barden, and the Bellas needed a choreographer. I took the opportunity to teach the Bellas how to dance. There past dances (before I came along) were okay, but they could be better. They were better now, until my reputation died all because of a stupid accident. Everyone thought it was my fault, because I was the one who choreographed the routine. How was I to know that Fat Amy would split her suit and show off her hairy triangle?!
As I was doing homework, I had my music on. I fell in the flow of the music.
"Slowly, gently night unfurls it's splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night..."
As I was listening to the Phantom of the Opera, my mind drifted back the day I met him. The water boy. Pieter. He had a little Gerald Butler in him. The actor and the water boy may have different nationalities, but they both held a mysterious look in their eyes that make you grow with curiosity. I didn't know much about him like I did with the other players on Team DSM, mostly Komma- whatever that bitch's name was.
A part of me felt bad about ditching him, when all he did was being nice. He was first German man I met, and he was polite but intimidating. He's probably pissed that he came back out of the room to see me gone; but it wasn't my fault! I have a strong body for dance, but not compared with Jesse's grip. A part of me hoped that the mysterious man would understand, but I doubt he would. He's probably suffering fifty pushups from that demanding tyrant, right now.
"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before..."
I leaned back and relaxed as I listened to the song, until I saw a bright light appear in front of my eyes. They snapped open to see that they were only car lights shining through the windows of the house. Someone was coming in. The Bellas left an hour ago, it's unlike them to get back home before midnight. Curiosity took hold of me. I set my laptop from my lap to the couch and crept towards the window with transparent white curtains. I lifted one up to see who's outside. A black mini van was parked outside, I held my breath fearing for the worse. Was somebody planning to rob a place that was still covered in toilet paper? Maybe they're here to steal the toilet. The toilet paper bandits!
That thought went way when I spotted someone getting out. It was a woman all dressed up in business manner, her hair was slightly frizzy, probably from the fall winds. It was only Beca.
I narrowed my eyes to see what she was doing in that van. She smiled inside the van, at someone, mouthing something to that person, before she took her bag and headed back inside. I quickly went my way back on the couch, turned off the TV, and acted like nothing's wrong.
My heart started racing when the door went wide open. I didn't have my music on, I wanted to hear the sound of Beca's heels clicking against the tiled floor, closer to the carpet. Her footsteps were quiet as if she didn't want anybody to know she's here. Time to end the sneaking. The lamp was lit, and a gasp from the woman was made. She noticed my presence in the room.
"Jazz?"
I peered over my shoulder to see Beca, she was slightly shaken. Either it was from the cold outside, or that I caught her red-handed.
"Where have you been?"
Beca shrugged, "Night classes. Library."
"Really?"
She nodded, "Yeah. I didn't expect you and Jesse to get back."
"We got back at five."
"Oh. There's a tiki party at the boys' place. Why aren't you there?"
"Why aren't you?"
Beca scoffed, "As I said before, I had night classes. Your turn."
"I'm a bit jet lag, and I have homework to finish."
"Oh... Well, I'm planning to stop by and see Jesse," Beca walked inside the kitchen.
"I wouldn't do that."
Beca went back inside the living room, narrowed her eyes at me, confused by my words.
I explained further, "Jesse caught the flu."
Beca groaned, "Are you kidding?"
"Yep. Sneezing and coughing all the way home."
"So he's not going to attend his own party?"
"I don't think it's a good idea for the Bellas or his friends to suffer the same fate."
"Right. Well, if you still want to come to the party, I'll be happy to go with you."
I shook my head, "No. That's okay. I am not in a party mood."
Beca raised her brows, clearly not expecting that response from me.
"So how was the secret mission?" Beca asked curiously, changing the subject.
"Hell."
"Bad luck, huh?"
"Not entirely, The trip was just... hell."
"Sorry."
I groaned, not wanting to hear the sympathy card, "It's fine."
"So... you're sure you don't want to come to the party?"
"I'm fine. You go on."
Beca nodded, "Okay. I just need to freshen up a bit and get some hand sanitizer. I still want to see Jesse."
I shrugged, turning back to my laptop screen, typing my paper. "Whatever."
There was a long awkward pause.
"You know he was scared when he found out you left, right?"
Halting my typing, I took in Beca's words. She was right. He was upset, mostly angry, but a little scared. He should feel these things, after all we're siblings.
"Yeah. I know," I replied, not facing her.
Beca didn't say a word after that. I heard her heels click at hardwood. She was going up the steps to her room.
"Oh!" I jumped when a thought enter my head. "Beca!"
She took a few steps down, until her eyes met mine.
"Yeah, Jazz?" Beca asked.
"I must warn you. The Bellas had added a new member to a group. Emily, I think that's her name. Yeah, our votes didn't count, since we weren't there."
"Oh," Beca waved it off, "I know. Chloe texted me about adding a legacy. I didn't know that was a thing."
I nodded, "Well, it's a thing now."
Beca head upstairs, and I continued to listen to Phantom of the Opera, while doing homework. A part of me was nagging about how suspicious Beca was being. Night classes? Bullshit. Who did she ride with, tonight? What are you hiding, Beca Mitchell?
~000~000~000~
~Pieter's POV~
Tonight was a success for DSM! Everyone was packing, taking our leave from Texas to Georgia. We all know who's in Georgia. The ladies who made this tour a reality for us - the Bartan Bells (whatever their names were).
Georgia wasn't part of the victory tour, but Kommissar insisted on going there. We wanted to show the Bellas our appreciation by performing at a car show that's coming up. Who knows how many fans we'll take at the peach state, maybe we'll steal some of the Bellas' hearts as well?
There was no doubt that the Bellas will perform at the World's, and try to beat DSM. They can try, but no doubt, they'll fail. Nobody can beat DSM. Ever!
Part of the group were in the bus, all ready to go. I was now having a reprieve after doing fifty pushups. I was out of breath, and listening to my remixed music on my laptop.
I perked up when something tapped my leg. It better not be that nasty mutt, Adellisa! Much to my relief, it was only Andrew - the beatboxer of the group.
"Hallo, Pieter," Andrew greeted, giving me the knuckles and the dramatic explosion.
"What's on your mind, buddy?" I asked.
"Not in my mind, my friend, but in Kommissar's."
I groaned. Just when I was about to relax, the big tornado had to ruin in. "What does she want this time?"
"Couple things. She requested the playlist for the show in Barden Bella's state."
I ejected the CD, I recently created for the next show. I handed it to him. "Don't break it," I warned.
Andrew raised his hands up in surrender, "Don't I always?"
I waved his comment out the door, letting continue with Kommissar's demands, "What else does that woman want?"
"Another thing, she wants you to do some research on the Bellas."
I narrowed my eyes at the styled hair man, "Why would she want me to do that? Does she not have confidence in DSM?"
"No. She just simply want to know the team's weaknesses, so we can crush their spirit and dreams."
That's something Kommissar would do.
I sighed, "Very well. Tell her, I'll get right on it."
"Kay," Andrew turned to leave, but swiftly turned back to me, "Oh! One more thing!"
"Ja?"
"She wants you to give Adellisa a bath?"
My face fell. Out of everything she wanted me to do, I can do; but the dog? What have I done to deserve this torture?
After Andrew left, I went ahead and did research on the Bellas. I started with the University they represent - Barden University.
There were two groups that represented the American school - the Bellas (obviously) and the Treblemakers. I was curious to see how the men perform. I started watching their most recent performance. The boys were dressed as if they were candy-cane barbers.
"Hey yo, Treble!
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Oh, love's gonna get you down
Hey yo, Treble!
Sucking too hard on your lollipop
Oh, love's gonna get you down..."
I had to laugh. Their performance was... cute. Adorable. Though, it wasn't World's worthy.
Once their performance was done, they all took a bow as one, and the tall, handsome boy in the middle waved at everyone and said, "Thank you, everyone! Hope you enjoyed it! From the crowd, it sounded like y'all did."
The crowd was cheering louder from the background.
"Again, I am Jesse and this is acapella! Acapella rules!"
I blinked with my head slightly tilted as I came to a realization. Jesse? Where have I heard that name before?
"But Jesse-"
That girl! She said that name in her American tone. Was it a coincidence? I decided to take that theory to the test. I started with researching the boy band that landed me straight to the Treblemakers website. This was the jackpot. Like stealing gold from a leprechaun. Clicking the about us page, the first thing I saw was the boy's name - Jesse Swanson. I clicked his name to see his picture, his biography, his leadership on the group. I reached the family portion of the biography.
Anabelle Swanson - Mother
Charles Swanson - Father
Jasmine Swanson - Sister
I stopped right there and studied the name.
"No, Jazz, we got to the go!"
Jazz. The girl. Was Jazz short for her real name - Jasmine? Yes! This was more than a coincidence. Luckily for me, there was a link on her name. I clicked it, and it lead me for a surprise.
Barden Bellas?! That girl was in that sad excuse for an accapella group? I watched the Bellas perform on TV, and I never saw her face. I dug a little deeper, and checked out the Bellas past performance on YouTube. The National Champions 2013.
The girls were performing a mashup of Toxic (sung by Britney Spears) and Rolling in the Deep (sung by Adele). And look who decided to sing with the Bellas.
"Too high, can't come down... Losing my head, spinning round and round... Do you feel me now (You leave me breathless, I can't help feeling)... We could've had it all (With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride)... Rolling in the deep (You're toxic down, slipping under)... You have my heart inside of your hand (With the taste of your poison - paradise)... And you played it to the beat (I'm addicted to you. Don't you know that you're toxic?)... And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic!"
I paused when the screen focused on the girl dressed in black leggings, along with a white blouse and a black camisole underneath. She was singing Brittney Spears part, while that big girl (Flabby Abby) was singing Adele's. I had come to a conclusion. The girl I had met was an American, a Bella.
She didn't come to here, because she and her brother were fans. She came here to spy on us! Because of her, I had to do fifty pushups and clean up the mutt's cage! This was her fault!
I took a deep breath, trying to ease my temper. Very well. If this girl wanted to play dirty, I can play dirty too. I smirked at the dirty thoughts running through my head. This girl was going to pay a high price for coming here.
I chuckled wickedly, "I got you now, Mein Liebling. I'll see you again very soon..."
A/N: Here it is, folks! Another chapter of Her Phantom, His Juilet. I know must of you wanted me to update sooner than normal, but with college and all, I was trying to work on one story at a time (starting with my Thor fanfic: When Storms Come and Stars Collide). But when I found out I received a lot of support for this story (like almost 40 reviews, 60 favorites, and 100 followers) I decided to end the wait. I wanted to thank y'all for your support for this book.
I was curious about how am I going to write this story. I tried writing First POV before, but it didn't work out, so I thought about trying again. I wrote both POVS for Pieter and Jasmine. Should I continue doing that? Or do you prefer Third POV?
Plus I have no clue what Jesse's parents' names were so I made the names up instead.
Also I'm a huge fan of Gotham. I considering adding it to future stories. I set up a poll about what paring story to write about: Gordon/OC; Zsasz/OC; Riddler/OC; Jerome/OC; or Penguin/OC. If you're a fan of Gotham too, and you want me to write a Gotham fanfic in the mere future, please vote on my profile page. Thanks.
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