Chapter 10: Beauty Fades, Dumb is Forever

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A/N: Yes, people! This is real! The story is back, Pitches! Surprise! It has been forever, I know, but here is a new long chapter. I was going to split this in half, but I feel like the length should make up for putting this story on hold for so long.

Here is my excuses for putting this story on Hiatus... One: Writer's Block. Two: I had other stories to focus and finish. Three: To be blunt, I lost interest in this story... But last week, my sister and I were watching the movie, and Pieter Kramer sparked my interest once again! I was going to upload this on Thursday, the first day of December; but I am impatient, and judging by the reviews, so are the readers.

Thank you, everyone for taking the time to read, review, favorite, and follow this story! You guys, Rock!

Anyway, I will shut up and let you read this, hope you enjoy this chapter.

The television screen popped up WSB-TV on channel 2.

"The following aftermath of the Acapella Wild Fight, both teams have been taken to court charged with aggravated assault and battery. Both teams sued one another for medical bills, harassment, and emotional distress."

Screenings showed a video of everyone from the Bellas and DSM entering the court room, dressed formerly.

"Taking the case was Court Show Queen - Judge Judy, known for her number one rate court show on TV. She claimed that the trial was and I quote: 'When I first read this case, I knew that it will be the most exhausting but challenging case so far in my career. The minute I stepped inside the courtroom and set my tailbone down on my comfy chair, I can already see people have written dumb on their foreheads with a sharpie! All of this acapella drama is full of boloney!'"

Another image showed half of the Bellas were sitting down, crying into each other's arms (specifically Emily, Jessica, Ashley, and Chloe). While DSM bowed their heads and folded their hands like they were at a funeral or being scolded at the principle's office. The two on each team that were standing before the judge were the captains. Beca and Chloe. Kommissar and Pieter.

"During the trial, Judge Judy had plenty of things to say in court."

Judge Judy narrowed her eyes at Chloe through her specs, listening to the red head's story.

The young woman's voice was quivering and shaky, "S-So I come downstairs to see m-my co-captain and her boyfriend - t-that's, that's them." Chloe pointed at her co-captain beside her and Jesse sitting behind them. Both were raising their hands. "A-And I see Jazz-Jasmine Swanson on the floor. Her face is cover in blood, and I see Legacy -"

"Legacy who?"

"Emily Junk, your honor," Chloe replied, pointing at the new Bella. "that's our nickname for her. A-Anyway she is calling the police with her cellphone-"

"Excuse me, Miss Beale," Judy cut her off, raising her hand up, silencing her. "Are we in that pot head's house? Is Miss Junk calling the police, right now?"

Chloe blinked, "Um..."

"Um isn't an answer," Judy snapped.

"But I-"

"But isn't an answer."

"No, I-"

Judy slammed her hands on the podium, making everyone jump from the sound. "Very good. That's the right answer! We are not in the drug dealer's mansion, are we?"

"No, your honor."

"We are in my courtroom."

"Yes, your honor."

"So instead of using verbs in present tense. Try using past participles instead. Unless you don't know the difference." Chloe opened her mouth to say that she did know the difference between the two, but Judy cut her off. "Are you a college student, Madame?"

"I was, your honor-"

"So you dropped out?"

Chloe widened her eyes, "What?! No! I-"

"But you said you 'were'."

"No, I mean - You said-"

Judy gestured to herself, "I asked you, Miss Beale, are you a college student. Are you currently a student at Barden University?"

Beca leaned over and whispered to Chloe to say 'no'. Judy caught on to Beca, ready to snap at her like a twig.

"Excuse me, Miss Mitchell, are you her translator? Are you licensed to be her attorney, when both parties agreed to come to this court without council?"

"Yes-" Beca quickly shook her head, feeling her hear race with fear, "I mean no, ma'am."

"Does your friend speak English? Can she talk?"

"Yes, your honor."

"Did I ask you if she is currently enrolled as a college student?"

"No, ma'am."

Judy mimicked a zipper across her lips, silently demanding Beca to shut up till otherwise. Beca bowed her head respectively, nodding her head in understanding.

"Miss Beale, I asked you a question. Did you go to college? Yes or no."

"I - Your Majesty - Your honor," Chloe began, "I am a senior at Barden University. I started classes a-after turning e-eighteen."

"How old are you?"

"24, ma'am."

"24, and haven't graduated at a four-year program?"

"I... I admitted that I failed Russian Lit two - no - three times."

The girls suppressed a face palm and eye roll for Chloe's stupid response.

"Russian Lit? You should be more worried about acing grammar and whole English department!" Judy waved her hands dramatically.

Chloe bit her lower lip, adverting the judge's gaze.

"Have you ever read my English literature, Miss Bleche? Beauty Fades, but Dumb is Forever?"

Chloe shook her head, "No, your honor."

"Read it. It's about you."

The audience from behind, some of the Bellas, and DSM were chuckling at the mean woman's response. Chloe's eyes were tearing up, clearly offended by it.

She turned to her girls, whining about how mean the judge was being.

Judy turned to the smirking opposing team, scowling at them, "Wipe the smirks away, Germans, it's not attractive."

The DSM team immediately obliged, returning back to their adverted stance.

"Even Germans can not handle the heat of Judge Judy."

Kommissar raised her hand, smiling, "Excuse me, Your Honor. May I say this one thing?"

The Bellas rolled their eyes, not doubt DSM attempted to woo the judge. But apparently, Beca was wooed, because she whispered how Kommissar's voice was intimidating but sexy.

"Yes?" Judy asked bluntly.

"I always wanted to say that I love your show! And you are the smartest woman in the courtroom."

Judy stretched her lips across her face, "That's very nice of you to say, Madame, but that's not going to help you here."

Kommissar frowned.

"Right after, Mr. Kramer punched Miss Swanson and vice versa..." Judy casted Jesse a look, before facing Andrew. "What did you do? Did you call the police like Miss Junk has done?"

"Nein, your honor. I was at the bar, when it happened and the crowd was covering the scene.."

"Then how do you explain the black eye, Sir?" Judy pointed at her right eye, indicating his shiner.

Andrew chuckled sheepishly, "I was punched."

"By who?"

"The black man..." Andrew peered over the Bellas in question. "I honestly don't know his name."

Cynthia stood up from her seat, "My name is Cynthia-Rose, man, and I am a proud woman!"

Andrew raised his hand up defensively, "My mistake."

Judy hushed Cynthia without taking her eyes off Andrew, "And when did the punch occurred?"

"I left the bar to find the American boys and girls attacking my team. My friend, Pieter was on the floor with Fett Amelia on top of him wearing a gut (bra)."

"It's Fat Amy!" The blonde corrected him. "And I was wearing a bra, not a gut!"

"Whatever," Andrew rolled his eyes, dismissing her correction. He received a scolding look from his captain and the judge. She sent Bailiff Bryd to get control of the girls' urge to interrupt, specifically Fat Amy and Cynthia-Rose.

"Really? That is interesting." Judy looked down at her desk, and pulled out a piece paper from a folder. "Mr. Fischer, could you tell me what I have in my hand?"

Andrew squinted his eyes, clearly couldn't the words far away. "No, your honor," Andrew shook his head.

"It's your statement to the police. And your story, you are telling me, is not the same as what you swore to the police."

The crowd oohed as Andrew was staring to sweat.

"I-I don't-"

"Would you like me to read what you swore to in your answer?" Judy challenged him with a raised brow. She didn't bother to hear his reply as she already gazed at highlighted piece of paper. "What you said was that you and your team were celebrating your victory and partying like it's no tomorrow. But the moment ended when your friend and teammate, Pieter Kramer, whipped his arm back and knocked out Jasmine Swanson, the victim. The injured teenager's big brother, Jesse Swanson and his girlfriend, Beca Mitchell, arrived at the scene. And Mr. Swanson punched Pieter Kramer, possibly fractured his own hand."

Judy laid the paper down, scolding at the man, "So that's a lie what you just told me." It was a fact not a question.

Andrew shook his head in disagreement, "I didn't lie-"

"Well, it has to be! Either you lied what you just told me or what you swore in your statement to police! Which is it?"

"I didn't clearly see what happened!"

Kommissar tried to hush him, but Andrew didn't hear her for he was too busy, stammering his answer.

"Then what did you see?" Judy demanded.

"The black woman punched me, after I punched Mr. Swanson's friend with the glasses!"

Gasps echoed in the courtroom. Andrew took a moment to process what he just said. DSM groaned at Andrew's big mouth.

Donald from Treblemaker's team raised his hand, claiming that he was telling the truth. He was currently wearing contact, since his good pair was cracked.

"Oh! So you punched a man?!" Judy asked in mock shock.

"No. No. NO. I mean-"

"You're a liar," Judy stated.

"You don't understand-"

"You are a liar."

"I didn't mean-"

"Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!" Judy snapped. "Don't lie to me again. I eat liars like you for breakfast!"

"If you let me explain what happened..." Andrew tried to speak, but Judge Judy didn't want to hear it.

"It doesn't matter how you explain what happened. Bottom line is that it was you who lied not only to me and this court, but you lied to the POLICE! Do you understand how big a hole you are digging for yourself, Sir, or do I have to show you outside?"

Kommissar stomped his foot, but Andrew swallowed the pain. Stupid to argue with her, Andrew nodded his head, "I understand, your honor."

Judy put the statement away in her folder, closing it, "You brought yourself into a fight, where you have no business being?"

"Her brother was punching my friend-"

"It doesn't matter!" Judy snapped.

"What happened with the girl was an accident-"

"It doesn't matter."

"But her brother-"

"Ab-ba-ba!" Judy raised her hand, silencing him again. "It doesn't matter if it was an accident or someone is at fault, Sir! You have no legal right to hit a defenseless man!"

"But if he was about to hit me-"

"Clearly he didn't! Look at his frame, does he look like the type to throw a punch at somebody?!"

Donald blinked, rubbing his biceps, saying to himself that he was masculine and strong. Chloe wasn't the only one offended by Judy's words.

Stacey leaned over and whispered to Flo, "I think he is hot... although I miss his glasses."

"Does he, Byrd?!" Judy asked him.

The bailiff shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, "No, ma'am."

"If your friend punched a girl and treated her with no respect, that is his problem - he's a moron."

Pieter suppressed an argument, continued to avert his gaze to the floor.

"If her brother punched your friend and broke his own hand, it is her brother's problem - he's a moron!"

Jesse scoffed, earning a whack in the head by his father. He and his wife were shaking their head in disappointment. Jesse rolled their eyes, turning his face between Andrew and Judy.

"If you punched another man... with no apparent reason... whose problem is it?" Judy asked.

Andrew pointed at himself, silently giving her the obvious answer.

"And who is the moron in that situation?"

Andrew repeated the action.

Judy slammed her hands against the desk. The truth was finally clear. "DUH!"

"And she gives no remorse to pitiful victims..."

Jesse and Jasmine had their say in the stand. The dancer still had a thin white bandage across her nose, but the swelling has gone down tremendously.

"Miss Swanson, you and your brother are suing Mr. Pieter Kramer for your injuries."

"And harassment and emotional distress, your honor," Jasmine added.

"Do you have anything to show me for these claims?"

Jasmine nodded, opening her folder, "Yes, your honor." Jesse picked up the horrific photographic evidence of Jasmine's bloody injury, handing it to Bailiff Byrd. "We have photos, my brother had taken the night of the incident with this uninjured hand. Also our medical reports. The police report. And our insurance that covered the injuries."

Bailiff Byrd took the whole folder from them, spotted Stacey winking at him and leaning forward slightly showing her boobs to him. Bailiff Byrd rolled his eyes, handing the evidence to Judy. She took it swiftly, analyzing the papers carefully.

"Your hospital bill was $1,100.31. Splitting into two is $500 and $600."

"Correct."

"I see your nose looks better than the pictures."

''Yes, your honor. Although, there is pressure on the cavity. And my voice sounds nasally when I sing." Jasmine sang a tune that sounded slightly off key. Pieter rolled his eyes at the girl's dramatic argument. He rolled his eyes quickly, fearing he will get caught by Judy.

"Mr. Swanson, your wrist?"

"Better, your honor," Jesse replied. "A little sore, but at least, I can hold the microphone with my good hand.

"Tell me about the harassment claim, Miss Swanson?"

Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but Judy cut him off.

"I'm sorry. Are you Miss Swanson? Are you a girl?"

Jesse closed his mouth, shaking his head.

"Then do us all a favor, just as I told your girlfriend. God has given us two ears and one mouth for a reason. Listen twice, speak once. Do you understand?"

Jesse nodded in understanding.

Judy huffed, rubbing her temples, clearly surrounded by idiots, "Miss Swanson?"

"Well, just as the Bellas and I-"

"I am not talking about your team. I am talking about you. Tell me about your claims for the harassment and emotional distress."

Jasmine gulped, gazing at the girls by the bench. They were giving her silent encouragement to talk. She cleared her throat and began, "Well, everywhere we-I go, Bigfo... Mr. Kramer..." Jasmine gestured the German hunk, "Would be right there, rubbing his face on how DSM is going to kick our..."

Judy narrowed his eyes at her warningly, like a grandmother to her grandchild. This was courtroom not the Bella house. She can't use foul language in front of the judge nor her parents, they were sitting behind her.

"...beat us at the World's," Jasmine finished.

In the audience, the acapella hosts snickered.

"Ain't that the truth," John grumbled at his partner, Gail.

"Being obnoxious. Wouldn't leave me and my friends be," Jasmine explained. "I would like to have a restraining order against the guy."

"Has he made any threats?"

Pieter raised his hand to speak.

Without looking at him, Judy snapped, "Put your hand down, sir. We will come to you."

Pieter lowered it, sending daggers at Jasmine's gaze.

"Did he made any threats that indicates your life or your teammates?"

"Well-"

"Well, isn't an answer!"

"No!" Jasmine cried. "He did not, other than punching me in the nose."

"And did he touch you inappropriately or say anything that are relations to sexual exploits?"

"No."

"Has he emailed, called, messaged you continuously."

"No, he has never done any of that."

"Then why want a restraining order?" Judy asked her as if the girl was dumb.

All the Bellas raised their hands to answer, but Judy didn't want to hear any of it.

"No!"

The girls quickly lowered their hands. As Jasmine refused to answer, Judy continued to look through the evidence Jasmine and Jesse presented them.

"Your honor," Pieter began to speak, "I have done nothing of what Miss Swanson claims. If anything... she has harassed me."

Fat Amy scoffed, sitting down on the bench with eyes rolling, "You are unbelievable!"

"It's the truth!" Pieter spat.

"None of this..." Jasmine gestured the courtroom, "should've happened, if you haven't punched me in the nose!"

"How about the fact that you and your brother came to us, spied on us, lied to me, stole my Weihenstephaner-

"I didn't steal anything, you FUCKER! You gave it to me!"

"Jasmine Maria!" Jesse and her parents scolded

Judy banged the gavel, "Enough! Byrd!"

Bailiff Byrd stopped by each podium where Pieter and Jasmine were standing, giving them their first and only warning to shut up or leave. They apologized to Bailiff Byrd, and then continued with the trail.

"Miss Swanson, I don't tolerate that type of language in my courtroom. One more outburst like that, and I will send you out. Is that clear?"

Jasmine's mouth dropped. What about Pieter? He started this! He knew which button to push. Why didn't he get the warning? Not wanting to argue, she obliged.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry." Jasmine licked her lips, running a hand through her straight hair.

Jasmine could feel her parents's eyes burning the back of her skull. No doubt they were a little disappointed by her choice of vocabulary and how it went down at the Acapella party. They wanted so much to stand by her at the podium, but they weren't witnesses. Even if they were, Jasmine wanted to fight for herself and not use her brother or parents as shields. If it gets bloody, she'll probably use her brother as a shield.

"The man is clearly a narcissistic. They all are. But legally, he is not harassing you. Therefore..." Judy blinked, noticing what else was in the police report. "Huh." She glared back at Jasmine, who narrowed her eyes at the judge nervously. "Now this is interesting... Miss Swanson. At the party, have you ever had alcohol?"

Jasmine mentally cursed herself. The BAC. How could Jasmine forget that she had to get a test done?

"Be careful what you say, Miss Swanson. Because I am much smarter than you. Am I wrong?"

Jasmine shook her head, "No, ma'am... I... I had one Jello shot at the party, but that was it!" She refused to look over her shoulder to see her parents' reaction. No doubt she will get a lecture, and be dethroned as the golden child.

"Your blood test showed that your BAC is 4.0 mg with .004%. Did you have any intention of drinking at the party?"

"Doesn't any college student?"

"That's not an answer, Miss Swanson. When you arrived at the party, have you intended to drink?"

Jasmine huffed, shrugging her shoulders, "Yes, ma'am. But the bartenders couldn't serve me."

"And why is that?"

"Because I am nineteen years old."

"You're nineteen years old. The bartenders - smart bartenders- refused to serve you. So how did you get .004% of alcohol in your blood stream? I don't understand."

She felt bad for throwing that bartender under the bus, but she swore to tell the truth. If she was caught lying on TV, her family would never live it down.

"One of the bartenders saw what happened at the Acapella riff-off and felt sorry for me."

"So he gave you a drink?"

"Two shots."

"Did you consume both drinks?"

Pieter snorted, "Of course she did."

"Ab-ba-ba!" Judy snapped. "I was not talking to you, Mr. Kramer. Miss Swanson, how many drinks did you have?"

"One and a half," Jasmine replied.

"What happened to the last half?"

Jasmine was now in debate whether to tell the truth or not. Emily was her friend, and was forced to take the first half of the shot. Jasmine and Emily's eyes met for a brief moment, until Jesse told her to not look at Emily.

Unfortunately, Judge Judy proved her intelligence. "You..." She pointed at Emily, who widened her eyes in shock, pointing at herself in question. "Yes, you. Join your friend on the stand, please. Thank you, Mr. Swanson, but I am done with you today."

Jesse opened his mouth to protest, "But your honor-"

"It seems like you and Miss Mitchell have a bad habit of interfering. I understand you have big brother urge to protect your sister, but you are not needed or qualified to be her attorney. Am I right?"

"Your honor-"

"Am I right?"

"But if I-"

"Are you blind, Sir?" Judge Judy gestured her lips, "Can you see my lips? They are moving. That means you need to be quiet. Now sit down!"

His parents, Beca, and Jasmine hushed Jesse, telling him to sit down. Jesse reluctantly agreed, moving past Emily who replaced him on the stand.

"Judge Judy," Emily began, "I-I'm Emily... Junk! I just want to say that my mom and I are a big fan. How are you?"

Judy scoffed, "Don't kiss up and ask me that? Tell me about your party experience? How old are you, Miss Junk?"

"Um, e-eighteen, your honor."

"And you started Barden University?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am. I s-started school to be a Bella."

"Have you ever attend a college party before?"

"Y-Yes. The last party at the mansion was my second party... Ever!"

"Was the first one fun? Have you ever consumed any alcohol before?"

Emily shook her head, "No, your honor." Jasmine could see the sweat forming on Emily's forehead. No doubt she was nervous. "I-I mean yes, it was fun. But no, your majesty, I didn't have any booze."

"Out of two of the parties. Have you ever been pressured to drink?"

Emily gazed slightly at Jasmine, indicating her silence answer.

"Hello!" Judy snapped Emily back to eye contact. "Why are you looking at Miss Swanson? I asked you a question."

"I'm sorry, your honor. I-I-I-"

Judy huffed, removing her glasses, rubbing her temples, "Miss Junk. I understand if this is your first time in a courtroom and talking to me. I get how intimidating I can be. Am I right, Byrd?"

Bailiff Byrd nodded in agreement, "Yes, you are."

"But I only want from you is the truth."

"The truth?" Emily asked.

Judy scoffed, raising her hands up dramatically, "Well, I am not asking you to lie!"

The audience chuckled at that response.

Emily shook her head, "Yes, ma'am - I-I mean no ma'am - I mean... I..." She looked back at Jasmine with pleading eyes. Her friend sighed, nodding her head. She gave her friend permission to throw her under the bus.

"Yes," Emily confirmed, "I have been pressured into drinking."

"Can you identify the person who pressured you?"

"Yes, ma'am..." Emily looked back at Jasmine with apologetic, puppy dog face, "Jasmine Swanson and Fat Amy."

Fat Amy scoffed, "So much for her being my party buddy."

Judy turned back to Bailiff Byrd, "See, Byrd... that's why they don't let people drink until they're 21 years old, because even 21-year-olds are morons. 20-year-olds and 19-year-olds are double-morons. Jasmine Maria Iris Swanson, you are a double-moron! Emily Junk, you may have done right for calling the police immediately, and you weren't those idiots who thought violence was the answer to anything. I commend you for having some common sense."

"T-Thank you, your honor."

"But you are 18-years-old and drunk half a Jello shot, and guess what?"

"What?" Emily asked rhetorically, clearly know what she's going to say. Judge Judy was just as bad as Abby Miller on TV. Wonder how both teams can get along with her.

"You are triple-moron!" Judy replied in frustration, "for letting your 19-year-old friend peer pressure you into having a drink! Underage drinking! It's against the law! Number one! Hello! Neither of you girls should even be allowed out of the house after nine o'clock at night. You are lucky that either haven't made it to a car or consumed enough alcohol would've made your driving impossible. Otherwise your licenses would be suspended or worse revoked!"

Pieter snickered, happy to hear Judge Judy calling his rival a moron - no, double-moron.

"And as for you..." Judge Judy turned back to Pieter, who snapped his jaw shut. "Don't think I didn't forget what Weihenstephaner is. You gave an underage girl alcohol, and don't deny it, I know when a person is lying to me."

Pieter lowered his head in shame.

"Did you - did you even check her ID to see if she was underage?"

Jasmine shook her smug face, happy to see how the tables turned.

Pieter hesitantly shook his head, earning a whack on the head by his cousin.

"Why didn't you?" Judy challenged. Pieter opened his mouth, but Judy cut him off. "Why didn't you check to see if this little girl who looked to be fifteen years old is underage, before giving her a beer? Don't you think that shows little common sense?!"

"She told me she was twenty-two, and-"

Judy scoffed, dramatically wave her hands up, "Oh, and you believed her?! And you believed her?! If I told you, I was Judge Mathis would you believe me?!"

"She offered her ID, so I assumed-"

"Ab-ba-ba! Don't assume anything, Sir. She knew that you wouldn't check, because she insisted on show you her ID! It shows that she is manipulative and has a problem with parties!" Judy gazed up at Jasmine's parents briefly, "Mom and Dad, your daughter has a problem! She is an idiot for going around to parties, fooling men twice her age into giving her drinks." She turned back to Pieter, "You gave an underage girl alcohol. Do you know what that makes you, Mr. Kramer?"

Pieter closed his eyes, mentally preparing for the worse, "Ja, Euer Ehren." (Yes, Your Honor)

"Do you know what it makes you?"

Pieter nodded.

"Tell him, Miss Meier," Judy commanded Kommissar.

His cousin whacked him again on the back of head, harder this time, "An idiot!" (moron)

"Exactly!"

Jasmine rolled her eyes, noticed the way Pieter was staring at her. It was deadly. If looks could kill, she would already be dead. He was intimidating as Gerald Butler from Phantom of the Opera. She could almost pictured Pieter in a cape and mask... Jasmine scolded herself for thinking about Pieter in a hot outfit. Why was she thinking about it? It didn't matter. Judge Judy's ruling was coming up after recess.

After eating snacks at the vending machine, listening to her parents' lecture about experimenting alcohol, and watching Pieter stare at her as if she was a piece of meat- recess was over and the cameras started rolling.

Bailiff Byrd commanded everyone to rise for Judge Judy.

Everyone got up, except for Fat Amy for she was comfortable in her chair.

She groaned as her friends pulled her up from the chair, "Ugh! I don't wanna get up!"

Judge Judy entered the courtroom and stepped up to her desk, sitting on her comfy chair. She waved at the audience, nonchalantly, "Be seated." Everyone sat back down, except for Fat Amy. She was standing there, gazing at the judge angrily, debating whether to lay the finger out or not. Jessica and Ashley pulled her back to her seat. The only people standing were Beca, Chloe, Kommissar, and Pieter. Chloe was tearing up, wiping her eyes with a napkin careful not to ruin her make up.

Judy huffed, placing her specs back on, "Well... After much deliberation, I have come to the conclusion I have already made a long time ago... You are all morons!"

Both teams rolled their eyes at the obvious.

"All teams clearly acted inappropriately and irresponsibly that night. There's no question about it. I am happy that no one got into a car and have himself or anybody else killed!"

She pushed her specs upward, gazing at the paper in front of her. "Now whether the Bellas started the fight or Das Sound Machine or Treblemakers, it could never be determined for everyone is wild and drunk that night. Miss Patricia..."

Fat Amy rolled her eyes, muttering her true name, "Fat Amy. Fat Amy."

"John Doe, the host of the party, cannot back up your story of how Mr. Kramer intentionally assaulted Miss Swanson, because he is in prison for drug possession and giving away alcohol for minors! There is no question if he was already high on the drugs himself!"

The girls shrugged, thinking of the possibility. The host was pretty hyped when they met him.

"As for Miss Swanson's claim for her injury, Mr. Kramer, what happened may be an accident, but you affected the girl's ability to sing. Therefore, I will grant her the six hundred dollars."

Jasmine was smiling happily, gazing at her family and friends who were clearly happy with the news.

"However, Miss Swanson, I can't give you the claim for harassment." She dismissed it with a wave, "I have no idea where that came from or care. Mr. Swanson, I can't grant your rule, because you punched a man when you had no legal right. You broke your wrist yourself. It is called karma nipping you in the butt. Do you understand what karma means, Mr. Swanson?"

"Yes, your honor, I do." Jesse grunted at the soreness from his wrist, disappointed how he didn't get money but his little sister did. She was definitely the golden child.

"As for DSM's claim for harassment, it will be granted. $700."

The Bellas' mouths dropped, ready to jump and protest.

"For they presented evidence of the Bellas constant stalking."

"OBJECTION! We weren't stalking!" Fat Amy jumped to protest, "Let me tell you something, Judge Judy! This whole court is a farce!"

"Excuse me?!" Judy snapped.

The Bellas shushed at Fat Amy telling her to shut up.

"Excuse me?!" Fat Amy imitated the woman's voice. "Yeah, you heard me, right! You are excused, you racist, homophobic bitch!"

Judge Judy blinked, clearly not amused by the woman's words.

"And by the way, here is what I have to show America how I truly fell about your show," Fat Amy face a nearby camera in front of the podium, going around the table so the camera can get a better view of her backside. She pulled up her dress, ready to reveal her 'down under' with no dignity left. The girls and audience widened their eyes in panic.

The Swanson's parents covered each other's eyes. The girls, the Treblemakers, and Bumper shouted at Fat Amy not to do it. Judge Judy banged her gavel, commanded Bailiff Byrd to take her away. Even if the girls blocked the camera, Fat Amy lifted her sundress and bend over. If the girls weren't in the way, Fat Amy would've revealed her moon to ten million people.

Judy sighed with relief, happy to see that Fat Amy was no longer in court.

"I don't need this. I don't need people like her in my courtroom. Ladies, she has a problem. Clearly don't have ears for listening. And having a hard time keeping her mouth and underwear intact. You don't need somebody like that. Get a new adipose woman who can fit the bill for your group, but only more respectful for you girls and this state. Do you understand?"

The girls nodded, but clearly ignored Judy's demand that they don't need her. Who doesn't need Fat Amy? It's ridiculous. Plus Judge Judy wasn't a real judge, she retired. She had no obligation to tell them what to do. The real people who are holding both teams for assault and battery charges, and Fat Amy's contempt of court were behind closed doors.

"Your friend is guilty of contempt. She will have to pay a fine for her actions today. She is lucky, you girls are lucky, her... moon didn't show up on camera, or it will be bad not just for me and America, but for her. Public humiliation and jail time."

Judy opened the folder, "Now back to the charges for battery and property damage. Three teams are at fault. You win like a team, you lose like a team, you work together like a team. No matter if one or two of you aren't involved."

The crowd murmured to each other with fear.

"Oh no," Chloe teared up, "We're going to jail!"

Jasmine held her brother's hand from behind, while looking at her parents with a silent plea for help even though they can't do a thing.

Judy banged the gavel silencing the crowd, "But! To be fair for the people who aren't responsible. Instead of jail time, you will all be doing community service. This should teach you a thing or two about respect and dignity."

Emily and Jasmine noticed Beca murmuring to herself.

"I can't do community service. I don't have the time."

The time? Time for what? School? Bellas? Worlds? Two boyfriends? It's clear a guy named Dax was involved.

"And furthermore!" Judy announced. "DSM, I hope you enjoyed your victory tour, because your days of rocking state-to-state are over!"

DSM's mouths dropped, and the crowd murmured to each other in disbelief. John and Gail rolled their eyes at the 'shocking revelation'. They knew DSM were no longer in the victory tour. They were the ones who pulled the team out, after all.

"Your acapella team is suspended from performing and will not leave Georgia, until you serve the hours of service you had been provided. Do I make myself clear?"

The team nodded respectively. The girls were satisfied with the Judge's decision to end the tour. At least, they won't be rubbing their faces about it anymore.

"Barden Bellas and Treblemakers, you will not contact DSM; DSM do not contact the Bellas and Treblemakers. Leave each other alone! Are we understood?"

Everyone nodded.

"Then we are done here," Judy banged the gavel, immediately take her leave, "Goodbye!"

Everyone took their leave and reunited with their loved ones. As Jasmine, Jesse, and their parents were leaving, they spotted the perpetrators leaving as well. Eye contact was made holding nothing pleasant. Pieter was the most menacing for his eyes were on the girl. Kommissar and the Swanson parents scolded their own, telling them not to engage and walk away. DSM were the first to leave.

(JAZZ's POV)

"I can't believe you two have to do community service!" Mom cried in outrage.

"Honey, at least you won't be seeing them behind bars," Dad assured her.

That was definitely a bright side.

"Kids, if the law wasn't involved, you would both be grounded!"

Jesse rolled his eyes, "Mom, I'm an adult, you can't necessarily ground me."

"No..." Mom sighed sadly, pinching the bridge of her nose. I know that look, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. "But I am disappointed in you, Jesse. Both of you."

Jesse lowered his head in shame as well as mine. I can say that I won't drink at parties again, but that would be a lie. No doubt I will try the stuff again. Mom and Dad will lecture me more that school was important than dance, parties, and Bellas.

"Serve your sentence. Then maybe we will talk about transferring you to a different school."

Jesse and I widened our eyes in shock. Say what, now?

"I don't think Barden University is a good school for you two. It's a bad influence!"

We immediately protested, then turned to Dad for help and he looked torn about that decision. Leaving Barden was a major loss for me and Jesse. School, friends, Beca, Bellas. What were we supposed to gain by transferring? No other school was different than Barden. All colleges have school and frat parties.

Charles Swanson pulled his wife aside, "Ana, we should talk about this. Kids, can I have a moment alone with her?"

Jesse and I agreed, allowing them to give all the space in the world as long as Dad can talk sense into the crazy woman.

"Well," I smiled, "At least, we are not grounded, or doing jail. And we have money!"

"No. You have money," Jesse corrected, clearly bummed from not getting any money.

"At least, DSM is paying for it..." I slowly frowned when I realized one thing, "Ooh... But the Bellas have to pay $700 for harassment, huh?"

Jesse pursed his lips, "Technically."

I raised a brow, folding my arms, confused, "Technically?"

"Jasmine, you watched the court shows, right?"

"Yeah."

"So you do know that people don't actually pay fines?"

What? I widened my eyes in shock, "What are you saying?"

"I am saying that nobody is paying anybody... The show is."

My mouth dropped, "Are you serious? DSM don't have to pay anything?!"

"That's the point! That's exactly why Kommissar and I-"

"Wait!" I held my hand up, interrupting him, "Hold on. You and Kommi-girl talked?"

Jesse shrugged, not answering.

"When?" I demanded.

"At the hospital," Jesse admitted. "We talked about getting in this show with Judge Judy. We both get money for damages. Judge Judy's show will have a high rating for this episode. Everyone is happy."

He talked to the enemy without telling anyone - me! Did Beca knew? Were they keeping secrets from each other? It didn't matter now. Jesse did this behind my back, and I was humiliated on TV. I was called a double-moron by Judge Judy. At least, I was paid six hundred dollars. Was the sentence a fake? What about Fat Amy and her new charge of contempt?

"But what about Fat Amy's contempt charge?"

"Oh, the show is paying for it. She basically made Judge Judy a hit."

"And the community service?"

Jesse's face formed a painful expression, "Actually... That part was real. We have to do that. According to the real court, we have to serve at least fifty hours for the State of Georgia."

I scoffed, picturing us dressed in green vests and picking up garbage by the road.

"But hey!" Jesse placed his hands on my shoulders, "On the plus side, we are not going to jail. DSM will face punishment."

"But what about Mom trying to talk Dad into transferring us?"

Jesse snorted, "I am not worried. I am graduating soon, they can't tamper with that. As for you, I am sure they would rather have you with me to protect you than have a complete stranger looking after you."

"After what happened, I am sure they are thinking differently."

Jesse huffed, "Jazz, we are all going to be together. Us. You and your friends. Me, the Treblemakers, and Beca!"

I frown deepened at the mention of Beca. Whether Beca was unfaithful or not; Jesse had to know the truth.

"Jesse?" I began.

"What?" He asked me with a smiling face. Oh, his lovesick face. It really was a shame that I would be the one to wipe it clean.

I sighed, reluctant to speak, making my brother's face twitch a bit with nervousness.

"W-What is it, sis? Your face is white as a sheet!"

You can do this, Jazz. I told myself. Just tell him. How hard can it be?

"Jesse... I don't want to hurt you."

Good start, Jazz.

Jesse blinked, "You don't want to hurt me?" He folded his arms, mimicking their dad's stance anytime he was ready to scold his children. "What did you do?"

Now, I am offended. Why does he always assume it has something to do with me?

"It's not me!" I insisted, "But it's Beca."

"What about Beca?"

"I think you should know that she's-"

"There you are!" I held back a curse word for Benji as he interrupted this important news about Jesse's current relationship status. "Some trial, huh?!"

"You bet," Jesse agreed. "Sorry, dude, that you didn't have the chance to properly meet Judge Judy. You were a witness, but she sent you back to your seat."

Benji shrugged, "It's okay. She did right by dismissing me the second I stepped through the gate. I was a little nervous. Can you feel my palms?" Benji tapped his friend's cheek, "Sweaty aren't they?"

Jesse hummed, 'appreciated' Benji's sweaty hands on his face, "Mm, yes, they are."

"Listen, I need to talk to you about something important."

"Oh, well, Jazz was about to tell me something important, too."

"Oh?" Both boys turned to me. "What is it, Jazz?"

I knew that now was the wrong time. Benji was here, and he have a hard time keeping secrets. One time, Beca and I threw a surprise party for Jesse... only it wasn't a surprise. Benji spoiled it for Jesse before he walked inside the dorm. Everyone knows that asking Benji to keep a secret was a big no-no.

Answering the question, I dismissed the news by a shake of my head, "I-It's fine. It can wait."

"Are you sure?" Jesse asked.

Not really.

"Yeah, it is not important as Benji's anyway. I..." I looked around the courthouse for the bathroom. It just dawned on me that I needed to change my tampon. I would've done it during recess, if it wasn't for Mom and Dad's lecture. "I need to go to the restroom. I will see you guys outside. Okay?"

The boys nodded, letting me go, while they talk about Benji's so called emergency.

I exited the flushed stall to discard the bloody tampon and wash my hands. Pumping the hand soap three times and turning the water on, I wet my hands for a split second, immediately pulled away.

"Fuck! That's hot!" I hissed, quickly turning the water cold instead of hot. The nerves cooled down from the surprising burn.

"Hello, Potty Mouth," A woman next to me greeted.

Looking at the woman with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. She was dressed in a white striped dress with a red beret on her head. I smiled, recognizing the woman.

"Madame Murphy!" I hugged her.

The woman smiled kindly, "Oh, Jazz... My favorite student." She pulled away to look to cup my face, pinching my cheeks lightly. I think she was hanging around with the kids too long. In case, she hadn't noticed I am not a kid anymore. "I heard about your trial, came here for support."

"I appreciate it, thank you."

"Also I want you to know that the kids are looking forward to you coming back to the Dance Academy."

My heart skipped a beat, my face faltered into a pity one. Oh man, I promised Madame Murphy that I would help her teach the class. "Oh... M-Madame Murphy, I want to. You know I love the kids, and the kids love me."

"But?"

"But you heard the judge. I have to do fifty hours of community service, and with school and acapella - I don't think-"

"Here's the thing, Jazz. You will be serving community service."

I raised my brows, intrigued, "How?"

"Think of it. Unpaid volunteer work at the Academy. Help the students, clean the rooms. That is showing community service. I talked to the judge - the real judge. He is a good friend of mine and he agreed to allow you to serve your community service there."

Was she serious? I remembered doing something like this before. Like the time she said that the dance class would be going to Chuckee Cheese's after a win, but didn't. We won, but we settled down at McDonald's. I was a disappointed nine-year-old.

"Are you for real?"

Madame Murphy nodded.

"Really?!" My eyes couldn't help but shine brightly. No doubt my face was glowing like it was Christmas morning.

"Mm-hm," Madame Murphy petted my hair, "Would you be willing to start Saturday afternoon - one o'clock?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" I hugged her happily, "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Madame Murphy laughed full heartedly, "Anything for my best student."

I pulled away, the smile never left my face. "I have to tell my parents."

"Well, then go! There's no stopping you!"

I couldn't help but giggled, excitedly hurried out of the bathroom. The girls will be so jealous. They will be picking up garbage, while I be dancing in my slippers.

(Pieter's POV)

Vetter (Cousin) Kommissar gathered us in the shadowy corner of the courthouse, encouraging us (this was new in Kommissar's vocabulary) not to fuss in German.

"Was passiert, passiert. Was geschehen ist, ist geschehen. Wir werden nicht zulassen, die Medien, die Acapella-Gemeinschaft und vor allem die Barden Bellas, der uns lächerlich zu machen. Wir verlassen das Gerichtsgebäude mit Hauptes, und dienen unserem Satz und amerikanische Geld mit Anmut zu nehmen. Im Moment sind unsere Kapitel mit der Bellas geschlossen. Keine Ausnahmen."

[Translation: "What happened, happened. What's done is done. We will not allow the media, the acapella community, and mostly the Barden Bellas to make a mockery of us. We will exit the courthouse with our heads held high, and serve our sentence and take the American money with grace. For now, our chapter with the Bellas closes, until the Worlds. No exceptions."]

She may have applied that rule for everyone, but we all know the truth. Their eyes and bodies revealed their story. Nobody was looking at me, nor talking to me. Andrew was giving me the look of pity, but didn't utter a defense for me. Some friend he turned out to be.

The whole team was gepisst about the ruling, not only that, but at me as well. They all assumed what happened at the party was my fault. If I hadn't thrown the punch, we would still be singing all the way to Tennessee. It was accident. Everyone knew that, even the judgmental woman knew that, but the team thought different. In my defense, I didn't ask them to fight back. We were all free to make our choices, and they chose to fight for their own. They were much as to blame as myself.

After the pep talk, Kommissar had to take her leave for our money and paperwork. She commanded me to go out to the back and check on Adellissa. Maybe that might give me a chance to poison her without my vetter realizing it.

With a black hoodie and sunglasses on, I sneaked past the reporters by the door, but only found more reporters by the bus. Ficken. Without security or my team, I was completely vulnerable and a new victim to the media's hunger. They come charging at me like a bull, recognizing me immediately. I have no idea what gave me away. Suppose it was the height and muscularity.

"Mr. Kramer, what do you have to say about Judge Judy's ruling?"

I shoved myself through the crowd, searching the key for the bus from my pockets.

"Are you planning to leave Georgia without serve?

"Do you have a grudge against little girls and women?"

I found the key to the bus, but much to my dismay, it fell out of my hand and onto the ground. What's worse was that the people were stepping on it, keeping me from going anywhere only to answer questions.

"Why did you give Miss Swanson beer without checking her ID?"

"Do you have a thing for Miss Swanson or little girls?"

Now I had enough. Sacrificing the dignity I have left, I shoved the woman's leg that was stepping on the key. She fell back with a yelp with men catching her, giving me little time to grasp the key and unlocked the door to my sanctuary.

Because of the woman's 'fall', the crowd became heated.

"Sir, do you really have a grudge for women? You just shoved a lady!"

"Are you going to punch her like you did to Miss Swanson?"

"Schließen Sie Ihre peepers!" I snapped, shoving the people out the way, and hurried into the bus, locking it behind me. I breathed out with a moment of relief. I knew that I couldn't come out again. I would have to drive this bus so my team can hurry in one piece.

"Tough crowd, isn't?"

I jumped and whirled around, seeing a woman seated on the lounge couch, sipping a cold bottle of Hefeweizen beer.

Her tongue clicked after a sip, before placing the bottle on the table, "American beer is better."

My eyes widened and mouth agape at the sight of the familiar woman. It was her. The lady from the hospital.

"I know you!" I pointed at her accusingly.

"Good. Glad your memory is intact."

"How did you get in here?!" I demanded. "The bus-"

"The bus was already unlocked. You should lock it. Keeps a perp away."

I blinked, silently making a note to retire the driver, even though he was forty-five.

"Why are you here, madame?" I demanded.

Madame Murphy smirked, closing the bottle she was drinking and was raising herself from the seat.

"I had come to repeat my offer... I am sure you remember from the hospital."

That's when everything came together. This woman - this sneaky, conniving woman - didn't come here to chat, but for a purpose.

"You knew," I pointed at her accusingly. "You knew what the judge was going to say, before the hearing! That's why you are here!"

Madame Murphy smirked never went away, "You don't sound angry."

No. Not angry. Not even the slightest. Intrigued and curiosity were the only two words I feel currently.

"The judge originally wanted your team and the Bellas to serve a short term in jail and make you pay a heavy fine. Lucky for you, I happened to be there to... persuade him."

"You and the judge are friends?"

"I teach his youngest daughter in the Academy. I told him that jail isn't going to teach the perps anything, only giving them the hard end of the stick and a fill in the hole."

My cheeks flushed, knowing exactly what she meant. I forced the explicit images of jail out of my head.

"You want me to help your class," I assumed.

"It will help you with your community service hours."

"I am sure the captain has already arranged something to serve those hours."

"Like what? Painting off graffiti walls and pick up garbage by the road? Why suffer the heavy labor? All you have to do is contribute to my academy. You will be out of hard labor and singing auto-tunes sooner than your friends; and I will have happy children and an organized studio - everyone is happy!"

I had to admit, this woman did have a gift of persuasion. Her offer was tempting. All I had to do was teach a few classes. How hard can it be?

"So I will see you Saturday? About one 'o clock?"

"What about my partner? I am sure she wants to contribute to your dance school than do hard labor."

Madame Murphy scoffed, "She is a smart lady, but doesn't possess grace. But you are a smart man, Pieter Kramer. I am sure you can think of a good white lie for her." She walked passed me, heading for the exit.

"Oh... I also have a former student helping me out as well. A very good dancer and nice girl. You don't mind working for her, do you? She is-"

"I only care for the fifty hours, Madame. Nothing more, nothing else."

Madame Murphy smirked, "Good... Remember that."

Before I could even offer her a ride away from the press, she already walked outside and faced the crowd with the door slammed behind her. A few moments later, I heard a girlish scream. I hurried to the window to see if the lady was alright. Instead, I saw the crowd depart. A male reporter was on the ground, his body jittered uncontrollably. Madame Murphy was standing there, only to turn and face me, raising a taser in the air for me to see. This woman was crazy, but good crazy nonetheless.