Her Phantom, His Juliet (A Pieter Kramer Fanfic)

What if We Win It

Chapter 2: What If We Win It

The Bellas returned to Georgia, humiliated and annoyed. Fat Amy's exposure was all over the news, talk shows, and the internet. Fat Amy apologized in a press conference, resulting in her mooning the reporters on camera to show off her silk burn. Two indecent exposures in one week.

The girls were called to the dean's office. All were dressed modestly for impression, especially Fat Amy in her blue dress and evening white gloves, but not everyone had dressed appropriately. Cynthia-Rose wore a simple tank and jeans, while Jazz wore her coral rompers with a brown belt wrapped around her waist. It was the only thing the teen could pick out at the last minute since she hardly had any fancy clothes in the closet. Everyone remained seated outside the office except for Chloe. She was pacing back and forth, clearly a nervous wreck.

Jazz didn't understand why she was here and not prepping for another school year. She wasn't there at the Kennedy Center when Fat Amy showed her folds. The girl was still recovering from the cold. Her sore throat and cough pattern improved, but she was still suffering from congestion.

"Chloe, chill out," Beca told her in boredom. "It's a mistake. It's not like they're going to burn us for witchcraft."

"Or prison," Jazz added, sniffling her nose. "What y'all did wasn't an act of terrorism, according to the police."

"What y'all did? Aren't you in charge of the choreography, Jazz?" the quiet, brunette girl questioned Jazz's pronoun usage. That girl always seemed to be close to another Bella, who was sitting right next to her. Was there something going on between them, or they don't know how to socialize with the other Bellas and just felt comfortable with each other? Jazz wasn't sure, but she didn't appreciate Jessica or Ashley talking to her like this.

"Uh, I was sick, and if I wasn't, I didn't tell Fat Amy to show off her vagina!" Jazz snapped before sniffling her nose again.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Fat Amy said in defense. "My foot got caught in the redhead's sheet," Fat Amy pointed at Chloe, whose mouth became agape, shocked that Fat Amy was pointing the finger at her.

"Are you saying that this was my fault?!" Chloe asked, finally ceasing her pace, much to Jasmine's relief.

"Well-"

"Okay!" Beca interjected to prevent them from playing the blame game. "Let's not point the finger at anybody, okay? It's no one's fault! What happened was an accident! Got it?"

The rest of the girls mumbled in reluctant agreement, yet the tension remained. Chloe continued pacing.

"Okay, Chloe, now you're making me dizzy!" Cynthia-Rose snapped, massaging her temples.

"Who cares about your dizzy head!" Chloe retorted. "The National Acapella Association is in there with the dean, and we have no clue what will happen! My life as a Bella might be over!"

"Don't be so dramatic!" Stacie commanded.

"Yeah," Beca agreed. "We won three championships. Whatever happens, we're going to be fine. Now sit your ass down. Cynthia-Rose isn't the only one getting dizzy by your pacing."

"And me," Jazz added, lifting a finger while massaging her forehead.

Chloe sighed heavily but complied, "This is the worst thing that has ever happened to us." She sat cross-leg between Flo and Beca, avoiding Jazz due to her cold.

"On the plus side, at least no one barfed on the President," Stacie stated sweetly, remembering how Aubrey puked on stage while singing I Saw the Sign, years ago. The girls looked her way. Stacie furrowed her brows, not liking how the girls were staring at her.