Chapter 6: A Heated Mess

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(Jasmine's POV)

It's been a week since my encounter with DSM's waterboy. A week since I questioned Beca's odd behavior. A week since Jesse caught my cold. He's getting better, he just needed to spit out the mucus that's keeping him cough.

Today was the day for the Bellas to check out DSM in person. The traveling was easy. We took the bus, but not like the one DSM has currently. By the time we arrived at the Auto Show at Atlanta, we managed to get a glimpse at their tour bus.

Chloe screamed the same thing I said when I first saw their tour bus.

"That should've been ours!"

"We know, Chloe," Beca said, giving her friend a sympathetic pat on the back. "We know."

We went inside to see a whole bunch of people, blue and white balloons above us, and cars - lots of cars! I always wanted to have a car on my own, but I don't have the dough for it. My only ride would either be the Bella's bus, Jesse's car, or a taxi.

"Tell me why we're here again?" Flo demanded as we were all going up the escalator.

"Isn't it obvious, Flo?" Chloe replied, "To scout our competition."

"It is totally going to help us win the World's if we know what we're up against," Emily added.

"I wished that we thought of this sooner," I grumbled. We made it up the stairs and got a glimpse of Stacie rubbing herself against the hood of a red buggy, having her picture taken by perverts in suits. "Really, Stace?" I asked as we all walked by her.

"Keep it in your pants, baby," Beca commented.

Fat Amy dragged Stacie back to the group as we went inside a dim blue lighted room, filled with white table-clothed tables with three waters on each table, and two cars up on stage.

"What the... All this should've been OURS!" Chloe repeated.

I rolled my eyes, "We know."

We managed to find an empty table in the back, out of DMS's range of sight. If a certain waterboy finds me here, I would have to give him a long explanation and a huge apology.

I picked up the water, examining it. VOSS was labeled. I had Deer Park, Figi, Dasani, and Aquafina, but never VOSS. Maybe it was German water. The label looked impressive, but how did it taste? It couldn't taste amazing - I mean I had German's beer. To test my theory, I opened the bottle and took a small sip. I widened my eyes, realizing one thing. This was the best water I have ever tasted. Who knew expensive artesian water from Norway was better than regular purified water? As I took another sip, a gasp was made, and the next thing I knew the water was no longer in my hand but spilled on my front and the table. I whirled my head to see Chloe giving me the exact look I gave her, exasperation.

"What the hell, Chloe?!"

"What the hell, Jazz?!" Chloe demanded, mimicking my tone, picking up an unopened water of VOSS. "You're drinking their poison!"

I shrugged, "Hey, it's not their fault their country's water is amazing and pure! Gimme that!" I snatched the bottle from her and drink the water from it.

We're here just in time for the two cars to automatically drive backwards.

"Holy a-ca-mole!" Flo stared at the cars with amazement.

"Okay, the cars moved. Nothing else happened," Chloe denied the amazement.

"The cars moved backwards..." Fat Amy mumbled, "With ghosts driving them."

The lights were out, but the six screens popped up a video image of a blonde German woman. I assumed she was the leader of DSM - Komi... whatever her name was.

"We are - We are Da Sound Machine," the woman introduced herself and the group, "A German collective operating in concert to create s-sonic-sonic mastery. What better way to appreciate automotive perfection?"

The screens glitch back to pitch black. There was a long moment of silence, until...

"They will not control us!" I nearly jumped at the sudden change of tone and the blue lights reappearing abruptly. I blinked a few times, overcoming my temporary blindness to see performers hidden in the smoke that was dramatically created on stage. I could hear the people around us clapping for the outstanding introduction, catching Flo and Ashley clapping with them. They're lucky that Chloe wasn't looking at them as she was casting a dark, evil glare at the enemy along with Beca.

"We will be victorious!"

They stopped singing as one of the Germans had a solo beat-box. I have to admit the man in leather was impressive with the solo.

Two of the German men dressed in mesh stepped out of the way as another man sang his solo. Through the red and blue laser beams I caught of glimpse of his decription. His blue eyes, his dark hair, his height... Oh my gosh!

I dropped my second bottle water, my mouth became agape at this sight. This can't be right! I rubbed my eyes, forgetting that I had make up on, making sure that this wasn't my imagination.

"Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume!"

My eyes didn't deceive me. The tall hunky man in mesh, singing, was DSM's water boy - at least I thought he was the waterboy. Why didn't he tell me that he was part of DSM's performance?!

"They'll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that we will never see the truth around!"

"Come on!" The blonde German woman finally made a personal appearance, joining the water boy on the solo. More DSM singers appeared on stage, performing a robotic dance.

"Another promise, another seed.
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed.
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds.
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined.
(Come on)"

Okay, this was definitely a mashup between Uprising and Tsunami. As much as I hated the Germans especially the water boy, I have to admit they were tough to beat. They were like a modernized version of the opera! I have a soft spot for that kinda thing. If they were singing Phantom of the Opera... Uh-uh, I refuse to go there. They stole our tour, our tour bus. Pieter fucking lied to me. So much for winning the World's. Been nice knowing ya, Bellas.

"Damn, Jazz. Why didn't you tell us they were massive?" Cynthia Rose asked, "How the hell could we compete that size?"

"They're so FUCKING in sync!" Stacie commented.

I looked over and surprised to see Emily and Chloe with their mouths wide opened. I snorted in laughter, couldn't believe how quickly Chloe overcame her façade. Beca, however, still held a neutral face. There's no telling what she's thinking. I'm impressed.

Back to the performance. Pieter was up the ramp, whipped his arms out, cuing everyone to dramatically fall onto the ground. A moment later, he raised his arms, cueing everyone to go back up and sing.

"They will not force us!
They will stop degrading us!"
(Come on)
They will not..."

Again, more beat box and opera.

"V-V-V-Victorious! Come on!"

They finished with a military stance. Feet width apart, hands to the sides, looking straight ahead.

The crowd went wild, the Bellas were all standing their dumbfounded including me. Our mouths dropped, our eyes widened, I realized that my clothes were wet from two spilt waters. We were all thinking the same thing... "What the FUCK?!" Like I thought before, it's been nice knowing the Bellas.

"Can we clap?" Flo asked.

Chloe rolled her eyes, "Politely clap."

We all slowly and lightly clapped for the performance, except for Beca. Her arms were still crossed, holding the same neutral face, narrowing her eyes at the competitors. She's dark. We need someone like that. I noticed on stage when that Kommi girl was thanking the audience, her eyes met us. Our cover was blown. It's time to meet the enemies. Crap! That meant I had to face her, her friends, and her water boy. I can't have him see me!

I turned to Jessica with a pair of white glasses on her head, "Jessica-"

"It's Ashley!" the girl snapped.

Damn, I can never get the two girls' names right. I dismissed her correction with a wave, "Whatever, give me your sunglasses."

Ashley blinked in disbelief, "Excuse me?"

I huffed, "I promise I won't break them."

Ashely narrowed her eyes at me, but she was nice enough to reluctantly give me her glasses. I put them on, and placed my hood over my head. Thank God, I am wearing this, otherwise I would've been recognizable.

Just as I predicted, we all made it near the stage, coming face to face with the enemy.

"Barden Bellas," Kommi girl greeted us, laying her hand out. I assumed it was a handshake, but as it turned out, she was demanding a towel from Pieter, who was holding it around his toned neck. Damn, I didn't notice how muscular it was. Was there a thing as neck workouts?

"You came here to see us?" she asked politely, patting the sweat off her neck with the towel, "Is it because you are... How do you Americans say it? Jelly?"

I held back the snort of laughter. The way Germans say things was just hysterical to listen. However, I can't laugh, or my cover would be blown. I scooted my way behind Fat Amy as a shield.

Chloe scoffed at Kommi's question, "We are so not jelly!"

"We should really thank you for making this tour a reality, you know, with your bumbling ineptitude." She turned to Pieter, "We should send them something. A fruit basket?"

"Yum. Yum," Pieter replied with a smile.

Kommi turned back to us, "Or do you prefer mini muffins?"

"Okay!" Beca began, "We didn't come here to start something with you guys. We just wanted to check you out before the Worlds, where we're going to kick your ass."

Ashely - or was it Jessica - oohed.

"What?" Jessica/Ashley said with attitude.

"That's right," Flo said.

I smirked at Beca's comeback. If anyone was good with comebacks it should be her.

Kommi scoffed, towering over Beca, clearly belittling her, "You? You are the kicker of ass?"

Beca's triumphant face faltered, feeling a bit vulnerable because of the major height difference, "Yeah."

Kommi chuckled, "You're so tiny. Like an elf. Or is it a fairy or sprite?" She nudged her head towards Peter, asking him something in German.

"Troll," he replied.

Chloe widened her eyes, softly gasped at his insult for Beca, who didn't say a word... yet.

"That's right," Kommi smirked, "You are like a tiny, ugly troll."

"You!" Beca began.

Here we go, a good comeback.

"Are physically..."

Here it comes.

"Flawless!"

Yes, physically flawless - wait! What the fuck?! I blinked in surprise at Beca's words. Did she really compliment the enemy? The girls and I were looking at her as if she was crazy.

"Thank you," Kommi softly replied.

"But that doesn't mean I like you," Beca added.

There was awkward silence. It's official. Beca was fired from making good comebacks.

I gathered my courage to look up at Pieter, praying that he hasn't noticed me. Luckily, he was narrowing his eyes at Beca, taking in her words. When I was just about to be in the clear, he tilted his head as if he knew he was being watched. I quickly lowered my head, before he could look.

"We are not scared about the Worlds," Chloe stated, bringing back the subject at hand. "Because when the Bellas preform, we are going to blow minds!"

"With what?" Oh, good. The water boy finally spoke, turning to my direction. Shit! I'm busted! "More of Flabby Abby's baby shoot?"

Wait, he's talking to Fat Amy, not me! I exhaled softly, glad that I'm in the clear.

"That's not my name!" Fat Amy snapped.

"I don't know your name. It could be anything. Obese Denise, Inflexible Tina, Lazy Susan."

Fat Amy took a step towards him with angry eyes, "Mein name is Fat Amy, and I eat kratus like you for LUNCH!"

"Your team is like a - uh - how do you Americans say it? A heated mess," Pieter nodded to himself, "You know a mess where heat is applied to it, so what once was messy is even messier."

Okay, this guy was pissing me off. I'm no longer scared of talking to him anymore. The girls had their say about them, now it's my turn!

"We maybe be a heated mess," I began. The girls and DSM turned to me unexpectedly. "And Beca may be the ugly troll."

"Hey!" Beca cried.

I ignored her and continued, "But what does that make y'all? A giant? A dragon?" I shoved Fat Amy out of my way, face to face with a man I have been hiding from for the past ten minutes. "King Kong?"

"Godzilla!" the blonde Bella behind me suggested.

I noticed Kommi's face slightly twitched behind her smirking façade. She was clearly as offended as Beca was for that troll comment.

"Yes!" I snapped my fingers, "A Godzilla! Thank you, Ashely!"

"It's Jessica!" the blonde retorted.

"Whatever!" I dismissed the correction and continued, "You are all Godzillas. Big, scary with massive feet."

Kommi scoffed, "And who are you supposed to be?"

Before I could reply, my hoodie was pulled down, revealing my raven ponytail. I looked up to see who would dare lay a hand on me. It was none of other than the water boy himself. He was staring down at me with a smug look on his face. He wasn't angry, but had a giant ego.

"Well. Well," He began lowering himself to my eye level, pulling the sunglasses up so he could see my eyes. "If it isn't the German fangirl."

"You know her, Pieter?!" Kommi asked in shock.

"Ja, the girl and I know each other." Pieter replied, not taking his eyes off of me, "What happened to that beautiful accent of yours, little one?"

"Nice to see you too, water boy," I retorted. Instead of answering his question, I snatched the VOSS bottle water from his hand. "Thank you." I opened the cap and took a sip from the cold, pure, rejuvenating water. "Ahh. Refreshing. I saw you up there. You have a talented voice."

"Thank you. Let me ask you something, my dear girl. When were you going to tell me that you are an American bitch who came to Texas with your brother to spy on us?!"

I widened my eyes at his words. He didn't seem surprise that I came to Texas to spy on them. He knew. He figured it out. I lowered my gaze at the cylinder bottle in my hand, "Probably never. When were you going to tell me that you do more than give towels, water bottles, and clean up the dog's shit? Huh?" I asked, taking another sip of water.

Pieter shrugged, "Probably never, Mein Liebling."

I furrowed my brows. What did he just call me? I don't know anything about the German language, but I bet he gave me an insult. "Hm..." I took one more sip of water, but this time I didn't swallow. Instead, I did something unexpected. I sprayed the water out of my mouth and onto the man's face.

Gasps, widened eyes, smirks, and a bit of laughter was made around us. I didn't care who was watching. This man upset me greatly.

"That was for the baby shoot comment you made to Fat Amy, and calling Beca a troll. No one talks to my friends like that, except me. And I am not sorry for breaking your nose with my phone! And by the way, it's a HOT mess - not heated mess. Take a grammar class, you dumbass!" I stormed out of the room, not before taking another VOSS bottle from another table. I may hate Europe right now, but I couldn't deny their water.

~000~000~000~

~Pieter's POV~

That woman! She amused, but humiliated me greatly. She's got some nerve doing this to me. She pushed me so much, I want to throttle that skinny neck of hers! I was standing there on the spot with my head drenched with water and spit.

The Bellas were surprised that their own Bella would stoop so low to immaturity, but I could tell that they were laughing loudly on the inside. I turned to Kommissar, who was narrowing her eyes, shaking her head in disappointment.

She turned to the ugly troll, "Are you all desperate enough to send your own Bella to spy on us?"

Beca narrowed her eyes back at Kommissar, not saying a word.

My leader chuckled, "Not that I blame you. Look at us. We are pretty threatening to look at. But heed my warning, Barden Bellas. Lets not waste time playing childish games, when you have no chance of beating us. We're the best." She stepped back, "Now I really must go and rest my neck. It is sore looking down at you." She smirked at the Bellas one final time, before she called to us in our language, "Lassen Sie uns raus hier, mein lieben Soldaten."

We immediately followed her backstage, but we could still hear the tiny mouse yelling a pathetic attempt of a comeback.

"Okay! Just because you're making me sexually confused doesn't mean I find you intimidating! We have nothing to lose! Literally nothing! Aca-fetazay, bitches!"

I wickedly chuckled, amused by the poor girl's words before we slammed the backstage door shut. We were all preparing ourselves for the next song, coming in ten minutes.

"Pieter!"

Before I could relax and dry myself off, Kommissar was calling me once again. She was resting on her long leather sofa, rubbing the back of her neck. I nearly yelped when I heard a barking from behind. I froze still when the tiny mutt Adellisa was by the door, yapping at me with her sharp, tiny teeth. Thankfully, the dog sped past me and jumped onto her master's back. Kommissar cooed and rubbed the dog's snowy fur.

"Who's a good girl? Who's mommy's good girl?! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!" Kommisser butterfly kissed Adellisa, it immediately returned the sweetness by licking Kommissar's nose.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, "You called me?"

"I need some water. The hippo mouth took it, remember?"

She also spit it at my face, did Kommissar remember that? I didn't tell her that. I immediately obliged and took the VOSS bottle from the mini fridge and gave it to her. Hopefully, that was all the captain wanted.

"Oh! One more thing!"

I relaxed my already tensed muscles, before turning to Kommissar with a forced smile, "Yes, ma'am."

She moaned, massaging her neck once more, "Be a sehr geehrte and rub my neck."

It wasn't a question, but a command.

"It really is sore from looking down at the ugly troll."

I nodded, stepping behind her, placing my palms on her shoulders, and beginning the massage.

She moaned, her palms fell onto her lap, rested her neck on the arm of the sofa, giving me less access to her neck. I had to lift it up so I could massage the target.

"Talking the Bellas today was fairly amusing. Don't you agree, Pieter?"

"Yes, ma'am. I laughed so hard, I pity them greatly."

"But tell me, Pieter... When were you going to tell me that loudmouth brat came to us at Texas?"

I slowed my hands down, feeling her muscles tightened. She was feeling agitated, and that could lead me to another set of pushups.

"Why, Pieter? How could you hide this from me? I thought we were partners."

Partners? Was that how she described us?

"I have been meaning to tell you that small detail. Really I did," I assured her.

"But why didn't you?"

"Well, we have so much on our plate with the Worlds and the victory tour. We could never have the time."

Kommissar scoffed, "Bullshit, Pieter. You had plenty of time to tell me, when we were watching the obese girl show off her love triangle!"

I sighed, knowing that this wasn't going to end well for me, and it's all her fault. The second time we met, she humiliated me. Her humiliation hadn't come yet, but in time, when there's an opportune moment to crush her, she will be on my feet crying for mercy. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

"I am sorry, ma'am. From now on, I will never keep secrets from you again."

"Normally, I would make you sore for your actions..."

I raised a brow, the way she said it a but should be coming up.

"But..." she continued. I knew it! "Since I am in a decent mood, and those Bellas entertained me greatly, I would only ask of you to be honest with me for now on."

I nodded, "I will, ma'am!" Thank God! No pushups!

"Now before we start at five..." She stood up, picking up Adellisa, giving her a brief tummy rub, before she did something - I didn't want her to do - placed Adellisa in my arms, "Take Adellisa out for run." She walked out with the bottle in her hand.

I sighed, looking down at Adellisa, "I beg of you, Adele. Would you pretend that I'm your mommy, and be good for me?"

Adellisa tilted her head at me, before she leaned in towards my chest. I froze still, praying that it won't bite me.

But then, I widened my eyes when I felt the dog's tongue on my left pec. I exhaled with relief. My prayers have been answered. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank - YOUCH!" I jumped and screamed in pain, feeling the stupid mutt's teeth at my nipple! I whacked the dog's head, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

The dog released my breast, before she jumped out of my arms and ran out the door. I growled, stomping towards the door, "DUMME MUTT!" That being said, I slammed the door, allowing thirty seconds to put ice on my nipple before show time. I added another thing on my to do list.

1. Humiliate Jazz girl!

2. Win the Worlds and rub it on the weaklings faces.

3. Find a way to kill Adellisa without her master knowing!

A/N: I know. I know. I'm a terrible person, leaving y'all wait two months for an update for this story. But I am here now, and just in time for 2016! This story received a lot of support, and thank y'all for taking the time to read this story and be patient for an update.

There a lot of readers to thank and too many names to type, so I'm just going to say thank y'all for those who reviewed, favorite, and followed this story! You guys rock!

So what's about to come in this story? I will follow the plot a bit, but it'll probably have a little AU in it. I can't wait to write about the Riff Off scene, that was my favorite part in the movie! Anyway, Happy New Year, readers, and I hope you have a good one too!