Chapter 11: Dance Off

Disclaimer: read chapter 1

(Jazz POV)

Dressed in a white sports bra and blue leggings, I was pumped for community service. Thanks to Madame Murphy, I get to serve my punishment by doing what I love, while the others had to clean up garbage at the school.

"Wish you could join us, Jazz," Chloe said, putting her hair in a ponytail.

"Yeah," Stacy agreed, applying lip gloss, "Picking up shit won't be the same without you."

"Well, get used to it," I snapped happily, slightly confused as to why Stacie was putting on makeup when she was going to be sweaty later. "Because I'm out. Peace!"

Beca rushed downstairs, dressed entirely opposite of what the Bellas and I were wearing. She was dressed for success. Pants suit, maroon blouse with a black jacket. She picked up her heavy purse, tossing it over her shoulder, "Okay, pitches. Gotta go."

"Go?" Chloe asked in confusion. "Go where?"

"I... I have to be somewhere," Beca murmured.

"Now?" Legacy asked. "But it's Saturday. Don't you remember? We have to serve our community hours!"

Beca blinked, face palming, "Shit."

Fat Amy chuckled, pointing at Beca accusingly, "Oh, I see what you are doing."

"What?" Beca's face paled, "What? I don't know." She cleared her throat, retaining her composure, "I don't know what you mean."

"You know what. You think you are going to go out looking like that and act like you are in a hurry, hoping that you will escape garbage picking."

"Seriously, Amy, I do have to be somewhere!"

Everyone rolled their eyes. Beca was clearly losing her crafty touch. Her excuses were becoming unbelievable, and it's making her foolish. I knew what she was doing, and if it wasn't for dance class and lack of proof, I would've confronted her right there and now. My eyes narrowed at her, oblivious to everyone and Beca.

"Whatever," Cynthia Rose grumbled. "Ditch. Let us do the dirty work."

"No," Beca shook her head, "I would help you, ladies. You know I would, but-"

"But what?" Chloe snapped, arms folded with a prissy look on her face. "What is so fucking-" We all looked at her in shock. Never would we thought that Chloe would be the one to curse, and using the f-word too. It showed that Chloe was very upset. "-important that you have to leave the Bellas when they are in the middle of serving time?" She sniffled at the next thought, about to crime, "No doubt that it's going to be in my permanent record."

"I'm sorry," Beca whispered, checking her phone to see the time, "But I have to go." She hurried out, leaving her team behind.

Fat Amy slapped her hands against her sides, "So much for getting this shit done together."

"Okay." Chloe began. "Does anybody have any idea what she is up to?"

Everyone was silent.

"Nobody raise their hands all at once," Chloe spat sarcastically.

More silence.

Fat Amy raised her hand, "I got a theory."

"Spill it."

"Um, actually, I don't, but..." Fat Amy gazed at me.

I immediately averted her gaze and looked at my wrist, "Oh, would you look at the time?"

"You're not wearing a watch, Jazz!" Chloe snapped. She was right. I don't. But that didn't mean that I wasn't in a hurry.

"Well, I need to go get myself one. Unlike Beca, I have a legitimate excuse for leaving." Before I could reach the door, it slammed shut in front of me. I jumped back at Lily's creepy face. She whispered something to me that I could hardly make up. I wished she just screamed it out instead.

"Jazz, what is going on?" Ashley or Jessica demanded. Looking at the Bella's faces, I knew that I can't leave without giving a legitimate explanation.

"Fat Amy!" Chloe commanded.

The second the obese woman stepped forward, I caved in.

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you! Just keep her ass away from me!" I snapped, keeping my distance from Fat Amy and her butt.

"What is Beca up to?" Legacy asked.

I sighed, "I wasn't planning on saying something, until I was for sure, but..." The girls leaned their heads slightly, waiting for me to spill with anticipation. "I think Beca is cheating on my brother with another guy."

There was a moment of silence, until everyone burst into laughter, except for Legacy.

"Come on, Jazz," Stacie snorted, "Everyone knows how close Beca and Jesse are. Like that time-"

"Don't remind me," I snapped, forcing the horrid image out my head.

"There is no way in hell that Beca could be cheating," Chloe shook her head in disbelief.

"Why not?" Cynthia-Rose asked. "She's a pretty girl, ain't she? Who wouldn't want to date her? I know I would."

There was a moment of awkward silence as Cynthia-Rose continued.

"But then again, she ain't the type to cheat."

"I hoped so, too." I said, "until Fat Amy looked inside her phone."

"Me?" Fat Amy pointed at herself in disbelief, "You wanted to get in her phone as much as me. I only wanted the twenty bucks from her wallet."

Awkward silence emerged. Ashley or Jessica rushed upstairs to hide her wallet in a safe place.

"What was in her phone?" Chloe asked.

"Text messages," I replied. "From a guy named Dax."

Flo snorted at that name.

"Were they explicit?" Chloe asked.

"Enough to know that he had a fun ride with Beca."

"It could mean anything."

"Yeah, like he had a fun ride," Fat Amy galloping like a horse, clicking her tongue. Every girl grimaced in disgust. I groaned, now thinking of the horrid image in my head. Thanks a lot, Fat Amy. Thanks a lot.

"What do know about Dax?" Chloe asked.

"Other than he had a fun ride with Beca?" I shrugged, "I don't know. I don't know what he looks like or exactly what his relations with Beca."

"Then find out!"

"I can't!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I have community service to do. You should do the same." I shoved Lily out of the way, and opened the door, "I shall not be your mole again!" For that, I left the house.

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(Pieter POV)

Zipping my bag shut, I hurried out the bus and into the Dance Academy. Luckily, I have Andrew cover me, while he and team do heavy labor by washing off graffiti paint by hand. He owed me for ratting me out to Kommissar.

If I dance for two hours, I will drive back to where Drew and I were supposed to wash together in just time to spare. We were allowed to wash for only three. I changed from my jazzy work outfit and into my dance suit. My one piece ballerina outfit with a sparkly, flashy, silver jacket and a silver band around my head as icing on the cake.

I entered the academy with grace, impressing the lovely dark woman behind the front desk, "Hallo, mein sehr schön (Hello, my lovely)."

The front desk woman popped her gun with an eye roll. Clearly she was playing hard to get.

"Down the hall into the right," she directed me with a nasal voice.

I furrowed my brows, "Aren't you going to ask why I'm here?"

"No," the lady replied. "Murphy told me ya gonna be here. She says that you would come in with over the top flare and a massive ego."

I blinked, taking great offense.

"Ooh..." her face contorted slightly, "she said it in a hushed tone, meaning that I wasn't supposed to repeat that." The lady shrugged, returning back to her computer, "Oh well. I don't get paid enough to be nice anyway."

I slowly moved away from the desk and hurried to the back room where the lady directed me. Much to my dismay, it appeared that I was the only one dressed properly for dance.

Kids between the ages of eight through twelve were staring at me like I was from a different planet. The children were brightly colored like a rainbow. Bright greens, icy blues, sunny yellows, and snowy whites. Instead of a ballerina attire, they all dressed in T-Shirts or tank tops with either sweatpants or shorts. It showed that I haven't caught up on twenty-first century trends and today's youth. I never been around kids, and it will be quite a challenge to relate myself to them. The only thing we have in common was that we can dance... at least, I hope they can dance.

"Pieter," Madame Murphy graced her presence, dressed in white pants, red tank, and blue beret. She was basically the American flag. If only she had golden tap shoes to compete the assemble. She approached me with a gentle smile, kissing either side of my cheek. "So glad you can make it."

"I am glad as well, Madame," I greeted back. "But uh..." I began to talk to her in a hushed tone, ignoring the glares the kids were giving me. "You should've told me that I needed to wear something a little... you know."

Madame Murphy scoffed, "Don't worry about that. You didn't know." She leaned and whispered, "Between you and me, t-shirts were never part of my dress code anyway, but since certain parents can't afford leggings, I let it slide."

I nodded in understanding.

"Also thank you for showing up on time."

"I like to make a perfect example."

Madame Murphy nodded, clapping her hands for the children's attention. They ceased their stretching, turning to me and Madame Murphy.

"Children, avant et au centre (front and center)."

The children followed the command like a bunch of trained puppies. How adorable. She nodded with approval.

"Excellent. Now class, I would like you all to meet one of my new assistances - Master Pieter. I hope you all make him feel at home."

"Hi, Master Pieter," the class greeted him.

"Hallo, kinder," I greeted with a wave.

"Who you calling us kinder?" a dark-skinned boy snapped. "We're not five."

Oh crap. Widening my eyes and shaking my head, I immediately "No. No. Kinder is children in German."

The kids awed in understanding. A blonde girl raised her hand.

"Yes, Madison?" Madame Murphy asked.

The girl lowered her hand, dazzling me with an all white smile.

"You are a hunk! Are you single?"

The little girls giggled, while some of the boys stuck their tongues out in disgust, most were laughing.

I blinked, feeling a churn in my stomach. "Um, yes. I am single, but I don't think-"

"Cool! I can give you my phone number, after class!"

"Uh-"

"Hey!" The same black little man raised his hand in realization, "I know you! You're the jerk who punched a girl on TV!"

The children gasped, and I face palmed. Why can't children this day in age be born innocent without a care in the world?

"Please don't punch me, Sir!" the girl in brown pigtails pleaded in a whimper. "I just got myself some glasses."

"Who cares?" Madison cried. "He is still cute."

This girl, no doubt, will have trouble with abuse in the mere future. Eventually, the children started to argue but was silenced by Madame Murphy.

"Silence," the woman hushed, "No more. Return to your stretches and we shall get started in class." The children dispersed and resumed warming up. I noticed Madame Murphy gazing at the clock, then at the door. Was she waiting for someone?

"Madame Murphy, how long will this class is going to take?" I asked. "I promised my freund that I shall be back before three."

"I am afraid that this class will run a lot smoother if my other assistant get here."

Ah, yes. The girl she mentioned before. "Have you contacted her?"

"Yes, and she says that she will be on the way, but that was thirty minutes ago. She's always punctual - like you - talented and passionate."

"Is she pretty?" I asked in a mocking tone.

Madame Murphy smirked, "She's a pretty girl."

"Then I might like her already." We both chuckled, until a door slam interrupted us. I whirled around to see a petite woman with raven hair. Her back was turned, setting her duffle bag down.

"I am so sorry I'm late, Madame!" the girl cried.

My insides dread, recognizing the voice immediately. This can't be happening.

"Traffic was a killer, and the girls at home were holding me..." she trialed off as she finally turned. Much to my dismay, my intuition was correct. This was the girl I thought I would never see till the World's. Scheiße.

"Nice of you to finally join us, Jazz." Madame Murphy said happily.

Our eyes never left each other. She approached me, ready to pounce. Not that I was afraid of her. What could she do? She's a foot shorter than me.

"What..." she began in a slow menacing whisper. "The hell are you doing here?"

"What the holle are you doing here?" I retorted.

"Hey," the black boy spoke up, "I know her! She's the girl who choreographed the Bellas for President Obama's birthday!"

The children gasped.

"I did not!" Jazz girl snapped, "I was sick! Can't you people get that in your heads?!" She sent daggers at the dance instructor, "Madame Murphy, what is he doing here?!" She demanded, pointing her manicured finger at me. I blinked, turning to the dance instructor.

I, too, demand an answer, "She is your other assistant?"

"Yes," Madame Murphy replied, motioning us to follow outside. An ear shot away from the curious children. Clearly they were disappointed for they expected a cat fight between us. No doubt the black boy was placing bets on us. Before I was the last to depart, I noticed the blonde girl making a phone sign against her ear and mouthed out three simple words.

'Call Me, baby'.

I quickly head outside with the women, closing the door behind me. The Jazz girl and I were free to open our true emotions.

(Jazz's POV)

"What the hell, Madame Murphy?" I snapped, putting my hands on my hips. After spotting twenty-first century Hitler, every cell in my body raged in flames. Why? Why in the world did Madame Murphy bring him here of all people? Why?

"What is your game here? You know perfectly well that bigfoot-" I pointed at him while ignoring the dagger glare, he was giving me. "-assaulted me, insulted me, lied to me - Can I make a list of how much I can't stand him? Why would you do this?!"

"Jasmine, you are not the only one with a talent," Madame Murphy retorted. "I asked Pieter Kramer to come and help with the students. They need guidance and structure, while I need you for your youth and grace."

I rolled her eyes, "Unbelievable. I knew this was too good to be true! If he stays, I'm out!"

"Me too," Pieter agreed.

"You don't mean that," Madame Murphy shook her head at me.

"I do!" I really don't mean it, but I wanted to say anything to make the wicked beast go away. My anger heightened, hearing the man snort and clap from behind Madame Murphy.

"Excellent. Problem solved," he said cheerfully. "Now let's get back in class before-"

"Wait!" I began, "Why do you have to stay? I know the kids, I know this studio, and most of all, I have new material that isn't from the nineteenth century. American material, mind you."

Pieter scoffed, "So? You don't know my dance background. I have won the German Dance Cup - three times. I spent ten years in ballroom." He held his fingers out, after every list. "And I was first called to perform the Waldegger for Oktoberfest." He sprayed the last word, and it landed on my cheek. Using my Nike white jacket, I wiped the spit off me, and silently noted to burn this jacket later.

"Ooh," I cooed mockingly, "You dressed up as an elf and cha cha at a Halloween gig - how impressive!"

Pieter stepped forward, forcing myself to step back. I cursed for being such a coward, but I rather not have my nose injure anymore than it was.

Madame Murphy stepped in between us, pushing us away from each other. "Look, I get the tension. I do."

"Then why did you bring us together?!" Pieter demanded.

"Because I need you both. You want to finish community hours, and you don't want to do it with the sun beating you down and smell like garbage or wet paint."

Pieter and I furrowed our brows. How exactly did she know that my team was picking up garbage? Was she psychic?

"Like it or not, but you two are going to have to make this work. You can quit, but I doubt that's what you two want."

Pieter and I glared at each other. Madame Murphy, the conniving-manipulate-mind-reading teacher, was right. There was no doubt that either one won't back down from this. As much as we say that we'll rather leave, we couldn't. This was easy hours. I wanted to dance, not pick up garbage. Same as Pieter.

I stepped around Madame Murphy and faced Pieter with narrowed eyes, "Will you keep your rocky hands to yourself."

"Only if you zip your hippo-mouth shut," Pieter retorted.

I breathed out in defeat, knowing there's no point in arguing anymore. I opened the door, and we all went inside the room to begin the class.

Madame Murphy clapped her hands, regaining the class's attention, "Children, in case you didn't know her..." Madame Murphy grasped my hand, "This is my other assistant. My former student. Jazz."

"Hi, Jazz," the class echoed.

"What's up," I greeted back.

"Now class, would you please tell Jazz the most important rule in this class?"

I glared at Madame Murphy sharply. Was she kidding me? Did she have to correct me now with smirking Pieter watching?

"Never be late," the children voiced out.

"Right."

Madame Murphy announced that the children will preform a recital by the end of the year. Her idea was to reimagine the Nutcracker. Ballet. One of my fortes. Just because Pieter wore a ballet suit, didn't mean that he was a ballerina. It takes poise and grace, something that he lacks. Throughout the class was awkward and full of tension. I directed one kid, while Pieter told him to do the opposite. Pieter played beatbox, while I changed to something classic. He wanted the lights dimmed, while I wanted them bright. How could we possibly work together, if we can't compromise with anything?

(Third POV)

"Okay, class," Madame Murphy clapped her hands for the class's attention. "I know that we don't do this before four, but since Master Pieter have to take his leave soon, I decide that we do a quick dance off."

The children cheered.

Jazz recalled this when she was in school. After every practice, Madame Murphy wanted to end the class in a fun way. She wanted to begin the class with energy and leave the class with energy. We split in two teams, each dance off. Best team with most points wins.

"Jazz, Pieter - you two shall be the team captains this time."

Some of the kids groaned, hoping that they would be captain this time.

The captains faced off with game faces, not a spec of movement from them. They were seriously determined to beat the one at his/her own game.

"Pick your teams," Madame Murphy instructed.

Pieter smirked, "Ladies first, mein liebling."

Jazz didn't return the gesture, only to pick her first player. The black boy - Dylan was her first pick. Madison was Pieter's - much to the girl's relief. They continued until they got themselves a team.

"Okay, make your line up, and..." Madame Murphy hit a button on the remote, playing the music, "Dance!"

Each child danced off for their teammates, who were cheering each child on. Every child who danced half way, Madame Murphy would often change the music to throw them off. Jazz's team won some, while Pieter won some.

Dylan and Madison danced off freestyle with the song "Hit Me with Your Best Shot" then changed to "Domino" by Jessie J. Dylan was pumped but choppy, while Madison was graceful but lack musical. Dylan surprised everyone by doing a back flip, winning the crowd. Madison approached him and whipped her hair against his face. Her team oohed teasingly, while Dylan's team rolled their eyes and dismissed it in a carefree manner.

Madame Murphy awarded Madison for she did more dance than Dylan. She went to the board and added a point for Pieter's team. Pieter smirked at Jazz with satisfaction, while she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, by the look on the board, we have a tie," Madame Murphy announced. "To break it, we let the captains dance off."

The children cheered, while the captains stepped forward till they meet eye to eye. Chest to chest. Feet to feet.

"Don't hurt yourself, Pieter," Jazz grumbled, putting her hands on her hips.

Pieter snickered, "It is you who should be hurting, young one." He teasingly pulled the collar of her jacket.

Jazz smirked, "We'll see." She slowly but teasingly took off the jacket, leaving Pieter to widen his eyes. Jazz tossed her jacket to Madison, it landed straight on her head instead of her hands. Jazz turned and noticed Pieter not looking at her in the eye, but her chest. She snapped her fingers to regain his attention, "My eyes are up here, moron."

Pieter scoffed as the children oohed.

"Okay, let's start! And keep it clean." Madame Murphy cooed. "Ready... Set... Dance!" She pressed the button, playing "Can't Hold Us [Southend Gravity Remix]" by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis.

'Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us'

Pieter immediately started. He jumped in Jazz's face, rolled his body like a worm, pumped his chest then slid back a few feet, spun around (Michael Jackson style), pointing a finger at Jazz.

'Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us'

The girl did a single leg cartwheel forward, whipping her hair back and forth. When she made it in front of Pieter, she squat down and raised herself up against Pieter in a teasing matter. He chuckled, knowing she was trying to distract him again. She crossed her arms behind her head and diagonally dipped on each side where she swayed her hips at each beat. She spun around, copying Pieter's move, then pulled up the straps of his ballet outfit and released them with a slap.

The music changed to Swan Lake.

Pieter was caught off guard by the change of tune, but he slowed things down. He slid side to side, then got down on his knees and slid before Jazz, who placed her hands on his shoulders for support to lift her leg in the air. She backed away and did a pirouette and leaped in the air, landing both her feet.

She turned to watch Pieter, who did a pirouette in a professional level which amazed Jazz for she didn't expect it. By the look on his face, he knew that she didn't expect it either. He quickly did a petit allegro jump, but moved his arms like an ocean wave, trying to keep things twenty first century.

Jazz approached Pieter doing a pique turns, until the music changed again abruptly.

The music changed again to Britney Spears - Till the World Ends.

You notice what I'm wearing,
I noticing when you're staring

It caught Jazz off guard, she bumped into Pieter and fell backwards, grabbing the straps of Pieter's outfit.

You know that I can take it,
To the next level, baby

With a puff of air, he collapsed on top of Jazz, using his forearms to break his fall. The first thing he saw was Jazz's heaving chest. He raised his eyes to see Jazz's blue ones. Up close and personal, they were crystal shade like ice or the ocean. It was beautiful, it forced you to go into a trance. He noticed from her eye direction, she wasn't looking at him in the eye. She was staring at his chest hair that peaked above the collar of his suit. It would seem that he wasn't the only distracted.

'Hotter than the A-list,
Next one on my hit list
Baby, let me blow your mind
Tonight...'

Jazz was tempted to run a hand over his chest. Her mind slowly undressed him, curious to know what he's hiding underneath the suit. She wasn't much into hairy men, but looking at Pieter's chest nearly turned her on a bit.

He cleared his throat, grasping the woman's attention. He leaned forward where his nose was touching hers, and whispered, "My eyes are up here, perverser."

Jazz scoffed, didn't need a dictionary to know what perverser meant.

Pieter hopped to his feet, pulling Jazz up with him.

'I can't take it, take it, take no more
Never felt like, felt like this before
C'mon get me, get me on the floor
DJ whatcha, whatcha waitin' for?'

They continued the dance off, only it wasn't a dance off if two people started dancing together. Jazz's legs were wrapped around his hips, and Pieter spun around. Releasing one hand, Jazz dipped down as he spun with one arm extended.

'Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh'

The children around them were amazed, clapping and cheering for their captains.

Pieter pulled her up as Jazz released her legs from his hips. Grasping her hand, he put his arm against her hip while she reached her free one on his shoulder. They danced Paso Doble style. As Pieter dipped her then pulled her back up, they released each other and slid to the side, mirroring each other's movement's.

'See that sunlight, we ain't stopping
Keep on dancin' till the world ends
If you feel it let it happen
Keep on dancin' till the world ends...'

They hopped, stomped, whipped hairs, and shook hips together at the same time, grasped each other's hands again, swaying back and forth like a wave, interlocking them together. Right before the song ended, Pieter dipped her body one last time then made a silent awe with his mouth wide open. Jazz tried not to laugh at his facial expression.

The kids and instructor applauded at the performance.

Jazz and Pieter looked up at each other, trying to grasp what just happened. Did they really dance together in sync? They quickly backed away from another, dusting themselves and averting each other's gazes as if the dance off didn't happen.

"My. My!" Madame Murphy clapped her hands together, "What a great show. You see kids, this is what duos do when they are in a dance off. They dance off another, but help off another." She sighed, pursing her lips together, "This is a difficult decision. I mean I have Jazz who has done remarkable with technicality of Swan Lake and the emotion, and we have Pieter who nailed the hip-pop portion and dominance."

"So who won?!" Dylan demanded along with the other children.

"Hm... Because of the slip right when I changed the song... I'm sorry, Jazz."

Jazz groaned, lowering her head, refusing to see what's going to happen next.

"But Pieter stole the show."

Pieter jumped and squealed with victory. His team circled him, Madison jumped, wanting to be in the man's arms. Pieter picked her up and they all jumped together. He ordered to play the music, which Madame Murphy obliged.

Uptown Funk was playing in the background.

The children from Jazz's team told her that she did great, then quickly joined Pieter and the other kids. Jazz went to the corner where she dropped her stuff and grasped ever ounce of water from her bag.

Madame Murphy approached her, patting her in the back, "Maybe next time, Jazz."

Jazz rolled her eyes, while drinking the water.

"And don't be so pouty, men don't take kindly to sore losers."

Jazz suppressed another eye roll. She looked over her shoulder to see Pieter and the kids dancing together. Thank God that the victory won't last forever for Pieter had to leave soon.

After playing the song, Pieter hurried to get his stuff together. He should've gone ten minutes earlier, but he couldn't help himself. Enjoying a simple victory without any interruptions was the best feeling in the world. He also liked how the children warmed up to him, even if he was big, massive, and intimidating. Madison referred to him as her teddy bear.

As he was packing, he felt a presence behind him. He assumed it was Madame Murphy.

"Yes, madame, I will be here next..." He trailed off to see it wasn't Madame Murphy behind him, but Jazz. He chuckled, stuffing his sparkly jacket in his back and put on his black Celine Dion T-Shirt, "What brings you here, Jazz-girl? Come to act out again? Begging for mercy?"

Jazz scoffed, "Are you always this egotistical?"

"I have every right to be," Pieter smirked, "Not only did I beat you at singing, but dancing as well. It appears I proved you wrong, did I not?"

Jazz sighed, "I guess."

"You guess. It's a fact, meine kleine kaiserfisch!"

"That was just round one. There's always another!"

"And I will be ready."

"Me too... But before I go, there's something I have to do. I never got myself a chance because of your new girlfriend."

"And what is that?" Pieter asked, chuckling when she mentioned Madison all over him. The adorable eleven-year-old wrote down her phone number on his arm with a red marker. He hoped that it was easy wash, so he won't attract questions from his team.

Taking a deep breath, Jazz extended her hand out.

Pieter gazed down at it with confusion, "What are you-"

"Congratulations," she grumbled with gritted teeth.

Pieter didn't expect this at all, but looking at her face, he knew that she was forcing herself to show sportsmanlike behavior, probably wanting to set a good example for the kids. Not thinking any of it, he grasped her hand in a tight grip, shaking it slightly.

Without another word, Jazz released his hand and departed, leaving Pieter dumbstruck. Maybe this arrangement wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe if he cut her a little slack, maybe this partnership might work.

"Danke," he whispered, before he hurried out the door.

Jazz squatted by the stereo system to see the music, until Madison approached her. From the look on her face, she wasn't too pleased with something.

"Can I help you, Maddie?" Jazz asked, looking back at the CD's.

"It's Madison," the girl corrected her. "And what happened on the floor, better be the last."

Jazz looked at Madison in the corner of her eye with a raised brow, "Meaning?"

"Pieter is mine. Stay away from him if you know it's good for you!" The girl hissed, pointing a finger at her before she departed.

Jazz stood there dumbfounded, before she let out a laugh. How cute. How cute that Madison thought that she'll have a thing with Pieter, and more adorable that she threatened Jazz because she thought they have something. That's not going to happen. No matter how tall, dark, and hairy his chest was. Nothing was going to happen between them. Nothing.

A/N: It's an eternity, I know, but I am back with another chapter. Not as long as the last one, but it's readable. Hope you enjoyed it. I tried my best to visualize and describe dance moves in the story but proven difficult. Hope you can picture the dance off in your head better than me. Thank you everyone for taking the time to read, favorite, follow, review, and be patient with this story. It is my most followed story (Besides Hercules and the Modern Girl series), and I can't thank you enough! I never expected to receive this much support on this so - again - I thank you!