𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 (𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧)

ten

"don't you flat butts worry, i got this." amy got out to fill the tank and jaime sat in the bus with only cynthia rose and barb.

"so you and jesse?" cynthia asked, jaime looked up from her book.

"what? oh, no, we fought." "wait, a few weeks ago at the club, you guys were-" "it's over, cynthia-"

"i've been shot!" cynthia rose ran out and jaime put a headphone in. jaime ran out after no noise and helped lilly and amy bring amy to a sitting position. "oh shit, bumper threw a big ass burrito at me. i'm gonna kill him, i swear." amy promised, "i'm gonna finish him like a cheesecake."

the bellas were on the road and it was silent.

"i hopped of the plane at l.a.x. with a dream and my cardigan." chloe sang.

"welcome to the land of fame excess, am i gonna fit in? i jumped in the cab, here i am for the first time. turn to my right and i see the hollywood sign."

jaime ignored it as best she could. the mood was down for her and she didn't want to talk after what happened at the police station. "this is all so crazy, everybody seems so famous."

aubrey jumped in and now jaime was the only one not singing. but she felt like giving in. "my tummy's turning and i'm feeling kinda homesick. too much pressure and i'm nervous. that's when the taxi man turned on the radio and the jay-z song was on."

as the girls repeated the line, jaime looked up, smiling a little. the girls dragged out the last line and it went silent.

jaime looked around before giving in, "so i put my hands up!"

everyone sang with a pep in their step and amy started to stutter.

"what?" jaime asked.

"what the hell?" aubrey shot.

amy fumbled, "it's pretty cool, actually. i think we're just running out of gas." "no, that can't be. you just filled the tank!" aubrey tried to reason.

"yeah, i did. and... yet, maybe i didn't. i got hit by flying mexican food. and we're out."

the engine stopped and everyone started panicking. "aca-scuse me?" "aca-believe it." amy shot back to aubrey.

jaime pulled out her phone, "i'm calling jesse." "no, jaime, don't even think about it."

a scoff sent jaime to call them regardless, "we aren't going to even get to the venue if we stay here in the truck all afternoon! i'm calling jesse."

walking out of the van, she dialed jesse's number. "jesse, it's an emergency."

with donald beatboxing in the drivers seat, everyone found a suitable place to sit.

"so... bellas, what boring, estrogen-filled set have you prepared for us this evening?" bumper asked, trying to get a rise.

"uh, excuse me?" amy asked and bumper laid his attention on her. "but you guys are going to get pitch slapped so hard, your man boobs are gonna concave."

it was the bella's time to shine and they all walked on. jaime knew she had to do something to wow the judges.

as aubrey blew the pitch pipe and chloe began singing, as the chorus came up, it was jaime's time to shine.

"this time baby, i'll be bulletproof." if aubrey wasn't mad, she was mad now. jaime repeated herself and it seemed the audience cheered a little. aubrey gave a nasty glance and jaime felt her cheeks go a light pink.

with the performance done, aubrey aggressively made her way to jaime. "what the hell, jaime? were you trying to screw us up?"

"are you serious?" jaime asked. aubrey fumed,

"newsflash, this isn't the jaime show."

"okay," jaime waded, "i'm sorry that i messed you up but incase you hadn't noticed, everybody pretty much dozed off during our set!" "it's not your job to decide what we do or when we do it. why don't you ask the rest of the group how the felt about your little improvisation?"

everyone awkwardly stood there. "amy?" jaime asked, she coughed, "it was cool but it took us a little by surprise."

"yeah, a lot by surprise. i told you she wasn't a bella."

chloe gasped, "aubrey, don't!" "no, that's okay, chloe. you don't have to pretend you're allowed to have an opinion in this group, right?" jaime turned straight to aubrey, "you really just can't stray from being conceited, can you?" "you're one pretentious girl, jaime." aubrey spat and jaime barked out a laugh.

"it's not my fault i'm trying to help! why are you acting so harshly towards me?"

aubrey laughed, "your attitude sucks, you're a grade-a pain in my ass and i know you're hooking up with jesse."

"woah, woah. aubrey, calm down. we aren't hooking up-" "why are you defending me, again? first, i'm being kicked out of a group whose leader won't get her head out of her fucking ass and now you're trying to defend me when i clearly don't need it."

jaime turns back to the bellas as benji reminds the trebles they go on in five minutes, "if this is what i get for trying to lift this group from losing all the time, good luck."

benji tried to get jaime to come back but she was already out the door.

benji began to walk back when one of the other contestants walks by with their parents.

jfk high school was written on the tote and benji knew how he could get the bellas to advance.

sitting down on her bed, jaime slipped the breakfast club into the cd slot of her laptop.

as the movie played, she thought of jesse.

that's all jaime could think off.

the end of the movie ran and jaime started to tear up. she realised in that moment, she needed to talk to jesse.

finn speaks!!
ugh i hope they do make up soon. i love them too much to even wish bad juju on them

did i just say juju