Her Phantom, His Juliet

by Starswim

The Bellas' reputation is down the drain all because of a stupid accident. The German tour thieves are stealing their thunder, and the Bellas want it back! What happens when the Bellas' choreographer meets DSM'S co-captain hunk? Nothing smooth sailing about their relationship, when two acapella teams are having WWIII! [Pieter/OC]

7. Shady Messages

Chapter 7: Shady Messages

Disclaimer: read chapter 1

(Jasmine's POV)

After a few days of cooling off and completing a twenty presentation of the Asian culture; I joined the Bellas for practice. I was seated in between Emily and Fat Amy, we all turned our attention to the co-captains - Beca and Chloe.

"Alright, ladies, listen up!" Chloe began, "We need to beat those Germandummkophs!" She flipped a white board revealing the enemy's name - DAS SOUND MACHINE. We all cheered in agreement.

"Okay, we're going to beat DSM at their own game. Do what they do... just better," Beca said.

"And we're about to do a full skills assessment to blow out our choreography to match," Chloe continued, "Jazz, you're in charge."

I shrugged, "Always am."

"But!" The new girl - Legacy, piped up with her perkiness, "The important thing is that we have fun, right?"

I couldn't help but scoffed with amusement, Legacy was definitely going to entertain me with her naivety.

"Uh, Legacy," Fat Amy began, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're the dumbest person alive!"

Legacy frowned at that comment, she must be thinking what a bitch Fat Amy was being.

I decided to defuse it by clasping my together loudly, gaining the attention, "Alright! Team! Let's warm up!" The girls hopped off their seats, and we began our stretches.

Beca was on her computer with her music, the rest of us were getting the props ready. I instructed the girls to climb up the steps, swirl ribbons, and do poses in a sexy way. We all build a pyramid with Flo on top, but she nearly fell and broke her leg. I choreographed a few moves, while the girls followed my lead.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!" I repeated again, clapping my hands at each syllable, but noticed Legacy tripping on a turn. "Legacy!" The poor girl froze in fear, when her nickname was called, "Don't tense up and bring your head down. Your eyes should be on the judges. Relax."

Legacy nodded frantically, "Okay! Y-Yes, ma'am."

"If it helps with the dizziness, keep your eyes on a certain spot, and you'll be good."

"Okay. Okay."

"Let's try again!" I cried out to the girls. "Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"

We have been exercising and pole dancing for for three hours with Fat Amy trying to swallow a marshmallow that's lit on fire! We were physically exhausted. We have been moving, but haven't been singing. I know what you're thinking, we're an accapella group and were supposed to be singing - we might as well be a dance team. Well, that's that because Beca spent most of her time on her computer with her head phones on.

Legacy approached Beca, nervously, "Uh... Miss Beca, uh... i-is... isn't weird that we haven't been singing today?"

"Uh, well," Beca began speaking with a frantic tone like Legacy's, "It's kinda hard to start singing without arrangements, and that's on me, so thank you for reminding."

"Yeah, Beca," I joined on the conversation, "I need that as quickly as possible for choreography."

"Right on top of that, Jazz," Beca said, packing her things together, and putting her bag over her shoulder.

"Awes!"

"Yeah, awes!"

I went back to the seats to get my stuff together, still listening in on Legacy talking to Beca.

"Um... I just want to let you know that I've been working really hard on, you know, calming my nerves and keeping my eyes open. Um, I was wondering if maybe you could give me a few pointers, maybe? And you know with the singing, I really don't know exactly where you're going to put me in the songs -"

" I don't mean to be rude," Beca cut her off apologetically, looking down at her phone, "I just have somewhere I needed to be."

I perked up with interest. Where could Beca go that's so important?

Beca walked pass dumbfounded Legacy, "You did great today!" With that, she left.

I looked at Emily to see that she was like a lost puppy that needed guidance. I understood what that's like, but I had Beca and Fat Amy to guide me on the way. But my orientation was different than Legacy's. This year, everyone was all over the place determined to win the World's. It wasn't fun as it used to be. Now, it's just trying to kick German ass. As much I love to ditch and do my own thing, a part of me was commanding me to be a friend to Legacy.

With a huff, I followed my conscience.

"Hey," I greeted her.

Legacy turned to me, still having that lost puppy face.

"Don't take it pretty hard. It wasn't always like this."

"Explain this," Legacy said in frustration, "People calling you dumb, and leaving you to survive on your own."

I shrugged, "Well, we have a lot going on this year. With the Bellas' suspension, and school, and the Germans giving us a hard time- you understand, right?"

Legacy nodded, "I do." Then she pointed at me, "Hey, remember that critique you gave me about the dizziness."

"Yeah."

"It worked," she smiled, "Thank you."

I smiled back, "You're welcome." I turned away to leave, but was stopped by Legacy's voice.

"Say - uh... D-Do you have any other pointers for me? I-If you're busy too, I understand-"

I turned around to face Legacy, "Um- no. I'm not..." Then an idea lit my head. "Actually..." I approached her, "I know a few ways to ease your anxiety."

Legacy's eyes widened. I swear they looked like they were going to pop!

"You do?" she asked.

"Of course... we just need to get the girls involved," I grasped her wrist and dragged her out of the stadium, ignoring her annoying questions.

~000~000~000~

(Pieter's POV)

I couldn't get away from my laptop. The only time I had to leave it behind was because of Kommissar's demands and DSM's vocalizing practice. I am the middle of research for Operation: Revenge! No, it does not involve Adellisa, unfortunately. That Jazz girl from the last tour in Georgia. I have spent hours in bus, finding out every detail about this Jazz girl. All I know was that this darling girl was an American bitch that knows how to con and spit. I know that there's so much more than that. She was a dance choreographer for the Bellas, and competed the sport when she was in diapers. She had her own YouTube account on her past performances dance and accapella. I must admit. This girl had possessed a natural gift of grace.

I'm currently watching her young self performing a contemporary solo entitled Breathe Me (A/N: Watch Maddie Ziegler's Solo - Breathe Me). Her turns, her arms, her pointy toes. She was defienitly the definition of grace. She was adorable in her purple tutu and bun. She had grown up since that video. Her eyes brighter than ever, her hair dark like a raven, her scent...

I widened my eyes realizing what I just thought. What am I doing?! This girl's an American! A bewitching American, who could be at least eighteen! She's the enemy! The only one I like to wrap my hands around! Feel that perfected, creamy skin of hers!

I immediately cursed myself at thinking such things about her. I'm starting to act like that ugly troll that had her eyes on Kommissar. I'm not like her! I am not a weakling! I am Pieter Kramer! Co-captain of DSM! Have the voice that girls swoon all over! Soon the Jazz girl will be on her knees, but only to cry for forgiveness! Staring up at me with her brightest, attractive blue eyes...

"GAH! Fuck!" I cursed loudly, slamming my laptop shut.

"Stressed out, my friend?" Andrew joined me with a beer in his hand.

I groaned, leaning my head back against the couch with my eyes closed, "Nothing to concern you, Drew!"

He raised his hands up defensively, "Touchy."

I opened my eyes, realizing what I'm doing. I lost control. Even when this Jazz girl wasn't around she was affecting me, physically and psychologically.

"I am sorry, Andrew," I apologized with a sigh, "Just having a hard day."

He nodded, "Jah, I bet. With Kommissar barking orders around, mostly barking at you. I'm surprised she has yet asked you to take the dog."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Don't remind her."

He pretended to lock his lips with the a key and threw the air key away, "My lips are sealed."

I sighed, reopening my laptop, continuing to watch the dancing girl. I could feel Andrew's presence next me, watching the girl dance along with me.

"Who is that?"

"A nobody," I replied dryly.

He furrowed his brows, "Really? If she's a nobody then why are you watching her?" He asked taking a sip from his beer.

"She's nothing, Andrew! Just a Bella! A stupid Bella!"

"Wait..." he pointed at the screen with his bottle, "That's a Barden Bella. Is she not a little child?"

"This was from years ago. Although, her grown self hasn't grown at all."

"Oh, which one?"

"Remember that girl who spat on me at that Car Show?"

Andrew snorted, nearly squirted his drink out of his nose, "That's her?"

I huffed, "Unfortunately."

"Just out of curiosity, my friend, why are you watching her videos that was taken years ago?"

"Plotting revenge."

"Like what? Post a couple of nasty comments online?"

"No. Trying to find her weakness, and then crush her! I won't rest till I have her fall down to her knees" I looked up at Andrew to see him looking at me like I was the crazy one. "What?"

"Okay, I'm all for getting back at the Bella deal..."

The way Andrew was saying it, I bet there was more coming. "But?"

"But I advise you to be careful," he warned.

I scoffed, "What could I possibly be careful for?"

"Nasty revenge could lead to a dangerous obsession, and a dangerous obsession could lead to nasty behavior. Remember Micah and Alec?"

My face formed in disgust. How could I possibly forget the gay exes? Alec caught Micah cheating on a male model, so he decided to get back at him by flirting with me. Micah gave me roses and chocolates, put me in his self pictures, massaging my neck - it would've been nice if it was from a pretty woman. Most uncomfortable fall season of my life! Micah eventually exclaimed on stage that he was in love me, then Alec was so jealous he started stalking me - following me to places, putting crock roaches in my bag, camping outside my hotel room, and greeting me with an evil stare that gave me nightmares. I could never forget the way he said it.

"Greetings, my dear Pieter," with his gay lisp in a German accent.

I shivered at the mere memory of it. I'm not homophobic, but if I ever come across a gay man with the same voice as Alec, I would drop everything and run like the wind! At the end, a happy one, Kommissar was nice enough to kick them both out of the group and help me file a restraining order. Now we have a new rule involving dating teammates.

"Anyway, picture yourself in Micah's shoes, would you want to end up like him?"

I was disgusted at the force thought of crazy love Micah. No way I wanted to be obsessed with a stupid American girl... but I needed revenge. How could I let go of the fact that she humiliated me, caused me a great deal of pain, and drenched from head to toe.

"Pieter!" I winced at the loud voice of Kommissar through my earpiece.

I huffed, knowing that my break was short lived, "Yes, ma'am?"

"Gather everyone and bring them in the bus. I have news to share!"

"What is it, ma'am?"

"I'm not going to tell you! Get everyone on the bus - NOW!" I pulled the earpiece off my ear, couldn't take that woman's screech. Right about now, my left ear was ringing because of her.

"Right away, ma'am," I replied, shutting my laptop, "Guess, I won't plan my revenge anytime soon, Drew."

He shrugged, "Maybe it's for the best. We could still kick Bellas' asses at the World's. Maybe you can make that girl cry then."

I sighed, "Jah, but I hate waiting."

"Life's tough, my friend. Deal with it. And grow up."

I groaned, knowing how wise Andrew was being. What could I possibly do without a friend like him.

After texting everyone about a DSM meeting, it didn't take long for everyone to make an appearance. We were all sitting around, waiting for our leader to arrive. For the past ten minutes, I was annoyed by questions and complaints.

"Where's Kommi?"

"You said that everyone needs to be here at five!"

"Do you have any idea what's going on, Pieter? You're the captain!"

Apparently, I'm no captain, only the lieutenant.

After thirty minutes, the obnoxious woman finally made her appearance with the annoying mutt in her ringed fingers. The dog was staring its evil eyes at me, growing me with its piranha teeth!

"Ah!" Kommissar said happily, petting Adellisa's ears, "Finally gathered, I see."

The goth woman Tasha rolled her eyes, "Yeah, finally."

Kommissar didn't hear or ignored Tasha's sarcastic comment, and continued addressing the group, "Now, I called this meeting for a very important announcement."

"And what would that be?" Andrew asked, raising his hands.

Kommissar pressed her lips together in a scowl, "Maybe if you don't interrupt me, Drew, I would tell you!"

Andrew raised his hands up in surrender, didn't utter apologies. Sorrys were worthless in Kommissar's eyes. It was a waste.

She cleared her throat, turning her attention to her dress shirt, but couldn't reach it, because of the mutt. She groaned, "Pieter!"

I closed my eyes, silently pray that Kommissar wasn't thinking what she's thinking. My prayers were unheard as Kommissar handed me Adellisa.

"Hold her for me."

I quickly extended my arms, a distance away from my body - my nipples to be specific. As I winced at the dog's claws in my skin, I watched Kommissar pulled an envelope from her bra. What an interesting place to keep your things. She held it up for everyone to see. It was printed neatly addressed to us. Who could send us a letter? Fan mail? She opened the envelope, then revealed it to be a long letter. Once it was opened, there was a sound of men chanting. We narrowed our eyes at the card with confusion. Kommissar just looked at us with a smile.

"What is it supposed to be?" I asked.

"This my dear friends, is an invitation to a special event. No doubt it's for accapella groups, and I bet my wealth that the Bellas would be there."

My interest perked at the enemy's name. Could this be my golden opportunity for humiliation?

"At this time, we will attend and crush the Barden Bellas once and for all!"

We all roared in agreement, "JAH!"

"We will make them cry for their mommies and daddies!"

"JAH!"

"They shall pee themselves when we kick their asses at what is about to come!"

"JAH!"

"DSM!" She began the chant, bringing her fist in the air, and we joined in. "JAH! DSM! JAH! DSM!"

I will be seeing you again, Jazz girl. Just you wait!

~000~000~000~

(Jasmine's POV)

What better way to relieve stress than have a pillow fight in the living room. All of us were in our pajamas, beating the crap out of each other, while listening to a song I have no clue about, but it's happy.

I was dressed in a pink tank top and plaid shorts, beating Fat Amy's head with my pillow. It served that bitch right for farting on me!

After a couple minutes of throwing and hitting pillows, I forgot all that's happened, looking at Legacy, she was having a time of her life. I'm glad that I came up with this idea. Although, this was missing something. Right now, this group wasn't complete, not without-

"What am I looking at?"

The music was cut short, and we all turned to see our missing Bella not in her PJ's. She was dressed in her business attire. Why was she dressing fancy, tonight, when she was setting hours ago?

"We're pillow fighting!" Fat Amy swung her pillow at Beca's shoulder, only to get an ow from her.

"Oh! Hi, Beca!" Chloe greeted her happily, "Just relieving some stress!"

Ever since that birthday incident, I have never saw a smile on that red head's face, until now. I was so happy I unaccomplished that difficult task.

"You know this sets women back like thirty years," Beca commented.

"Who cares!" I cried, knocking Flo off the couch with my pillow, while laughing.

Beca held up something and said, "This was on the porch."

We all stopped and turned our attention to the card in Beca's hand.

"Ooh, what is that?" Chloe asked, snatching the card from Beca. "Fancy."

She opened the envelope, while we all gathered around to see what's inside.

"Is it sponsor money?" Cynthia-Rose asked.

I scoffed, "Who the hell want to sponsor us?"

"Do you guys own a mirror?" Stacie asked, "Look at us... well, look at me! I'm the hot one!"

Fat Amy glared at her, "Actually, princess, I'm the hot one."

The bickering stopped instantly at the sound of men chanting. We perked up and looked at the card. The first thing we saw was a small, red dragon, but Chloe closed it, stopping the chant. Chloe opened it up, and the chanting resumed.

"Ooh, mysterious," I cooed.

Chloe fully opened the long letter and glanced through it, "It looks like we have been invited to sing at some kind of party."

"We're going to sing!" Legacy cried in the background, "Finally!"

"It only showed us the address and password."

"No date?" I pursed my lips, nodding, "Wow. Mysterious and sexy!"

Lilly was mumbling something, I don't know what the hell she said, she always talked in a whisper. Although I could've sworn I heard teeth and people. I furrowed my brows, that girl was looney tunes if you asked me.

Then Lilly quickly resumed the pillow fight by hitting Jessica - Ashley? I don't know! Next thing we knew we all started hitting each other with pillows.

I managed to catch a glance at Beca retreating up the stairs with her phone on her hand. I swear that girl couldn't get her hands off of that thing. She's hiding something. What was it?! What's with leaving practice in a hurry, being on her phone constantly, Jesse not hearing from her? What could this mean?!

I couldn't think of an answer when Cynthia Rose dropped her pillow and my foot slipped on it. My elbow hit the table. The girls didn't see me down, they fought until they lost their breath. I was on the ground with a groan and a splitting headache.

~000~000~000~

After ten minutes of fighting pillows, everyone took turns showering, getting ready for the event tonight. I was dressed in skinny jeans, a light gray tank top with a black belt around it, along with a black jacket. My hair was curled into waves, adding make up to add color to my complexion.

I was upstairs borrowing a mirror to finish my make up.

Beca poked her head out the door, her hair dripping wet, "Hey, Jazz."

"Yeah?"

"Can you hand me my clothes, I left them on the bed."

I looked over at Beca's bed, I was currently sitting on, there was a dark blue buttoned vest, skinny jeans, a bra, a black camisole - all folded in one. I grabbed the pile and handed it to Beca.

"Thanks," she replied quickly with a slam.

I pursed my lips, slowly backing away from the door, "You're welcome." I was about to return to my original spot to finish my make up, but something caught my eye. Beca's black handbag.

A part of me knew that looking through her things was definitely crossing the line, but it was Beca's fault for making me curious. She had been shady lately, leaving without notice, secret phone calls. What's going on? I needed to find out the truth. I would confront Beca, but she would blow me off like any guilty party would. She's dating my brother. If she's doing something that wasn't trust worthy for Jesse, he needed to know about it.

Pushing my conscience away, I decided to take this golden opportunity and go through her purse. I swiftly opened the bag with a zip, and tried to look for her phone. It felt like an eternity, but I still couldn't find it.

"Jazz?"

I nearly dropped the bag and whirled around to see Fat Amy behind me. She was dressed in a pink sweater and skirt, looking suspicious as ever.

"Amy," I began to stutter, but she cut me off with a question.

"What are you doing with Beca's purse?"

"Um-uh-I... I dropped my gum."

Fat Amy raised a brow at me, "Really?"

I shrugged innocently, "Yeah."

Fat Amy scoffed, "Look if you're borrowing twenty dollars without Beca knowing, be sure to split it with me."

I narrowed my eyes at her confusingly, "What?"

Fat Amy approached me, snatching the bag from me, going through her wallet, pulling out two tens, "Here ya go. Not that hard to find."

She handed me the ten, I was still confused.

"Wait, you steal money from Beca's purse."

She scoffed, "Steal? Steal is an ugly word. I'm borrowing."

"Exactly how much money have you borrowed?"

She placed a finger on my lips, shushing me, "Let's not focus on the past, and focus on the what now." She set the purse back to its original place and turned away, stuffing a ten in her bra.

"I was looking for money," I admitted.

Fat Amy turned her head, narrowing her eyes at me, "What?"

"I'm looking for her phone."

"You mean the one charging over there?" Fat Amy pointed her finger at the dresser. A black berry was resting on top, plugged in. I am such an idiot, mentally face palming right about now.

I sped over the phone, no doubt that Beca was almost done changing. If I was lucky she would be blow drying her hair and putting make up in the bathroom. I turned the phone on to see that it required a password. Crap!

"Here." Fat Amy snatched it and typed in the code, and it opened with a click. I was astonished but happy with Fat Amy's actions.

"You go through her phone too?"

"You should read Beca's texts with Jesse. It is adorable," she teased.

Okay, I was close to barfing, "Don't remind me." I opened up the text messages to find anything information that could involve drug dealing.

"Not that I don't mind you invading privacy, but the question is why?"

"Amy, did you not notice that Beca has been... out of sorts lately?"

She shrugged, "Maybe, but it's not any of my business. I just go with the flow."

I scoffed, "Says from the girl who steals money from purses and going through text messages."

She frowned, crossing her arms, "I wonder how much it cost to keep my mouth locked up tight."

"I won't bring up the fact that you stole money and helped me log in her phone?"

Amy's frown deepened, "Fine. Point taken." She approached beside me, wanting to see dirty messages, if they were any. "What did you find?"

I sighed, officially disappointed. All the late messages involved Jesse and Chloe. Jesse cooing his love for her and she cooed her love back. Chloe negotiating the Bella meetings and reminding them. There was nothing indicating her behavior...

Beca's phone went off, indicating a new message. I immediately opened it to see something odd.

"What is it?" Fat Amy asked.

I narrowed my eyes at Beca's phone couldn't believe the name I read, "It's from a guy named Dax."

"Had a fun ride with you, Becky. See ya soon."

"Dax?" Fat Amy asked in confusion, "Who the hell name their kid that?"

My fears were slowly coming true for my brother. Beca could be possibly be a two timer!

"What are you girls doing?!"

We whirled around to find Beca coming out with a towel around her head, dressed in her clothes. She crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at us.

Fat Amy and I looked at each other, pleading to give an explanation. I got none.

"Well?!" Beca pressed, "Why do you have my phone?!"

"S-Somebody - your phone was ringing," Fat Amy replied slowly.

"Y-yeah," I agreed, "We want to be your secretory and tell them you're not available."

Beca widened her eyes, snatching her phone from me in great vampire speed. I didn't realize she was that fast.

"Who called? Don't tell me you answered it!"

Fat Amy and I were taken back by her frantic behavior.

"Relax, Beca, it was only a message," Fat Amy assured her.

Beca quickly headed back to the bathroom.

"Who is Dax?" I asked without thinking.

"No one!" Beca cried. "Really a nobody!" She slammed the door, and that's the last thing we heard from her.

"I don't believe it," I whispered. "She's cheating."

Fat Amy let out a disbelief laugh, "Come on, Jazz! I'm sure there's a reason why she's hanging around with a guy with a stupid name! We both know how much Beca loves Jesse."

"What if she's lying, Fat Amy? What if she's two timing my brother?"

Fat Amy didn't know how to respond. I didn't know either. Now wasn't the proper time to confront Beca about it. I needed to catch her in the act. Find Dexter - or Dex, and get as much info of her relations between him and her.

Unfortunately, we don't have time. We have a party to go to.

A/N: I know. I know. It's been forever, and there's no Pieter/Jazz scene this chapter. I'm sorry, but next chapter will be the Riff-off - I promise! What do you think of Jazz's accusation about Beca? Is Beca really cheating on Jesse? Who is Dax? He is not an OC I can tell you that. He's a real funny character from the movie, in case you didn't know.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Again, the riff-off (my favorite part in the movie) is in the next chapter. I'm looking forward to writing it.

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