Her Phantom, His Juliet (A Pieter Kramer Fanfic)

Reputation Down the Drain

Chapter 9: Reputation Down the Drain

Disclaimer: read chapter 1

(Pieter's POV)

"Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Go, go)

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't (Go, go)

They make you wanna, jump, jump,jump!"

I was singing and rapping Jump Jump, rewording the lyrics a bit that benefits my team. Never have I felt so satisfied and proud as I am tonight! The look on Jazz girl's face when kicked her team's ass! It was hysterical! I knew I would have my revenge on her! I admit that she had me under her bewitching spell with her swaying hips for a minute, until my best friend, Andrew, came to the rescue.

As soon as we're out of the little man's place, we are heading straight to D&B's, and drink all night until the manager kicks us out. Personally, it has been forever since I dined at D&B's. The memory was a bit hazy, but I think I went there to celebrate my uncle's (Kommissar's father) 45th birthday. My cousin and I were on our early twenties at the time. Now I am thirty-two years old, and Kommissar was only a few months older. We have been close as kids to our old age, we were partners in crime. Together, we made music, choreographed a routine, made people cry (still do), and created an accapella team back in high school through college and after. We were supposed to have an equal partnership, but things changed. I believed my cousin was possessed by her Dämon dog. That beast must be responsible as to why Kommissar was so mean.

Tonight, I felt like I'm an actual leader for the first time, leading the team to a victory song, raising the gift card in the air. I noticed a few of my teammates trying to take the card from me, but I'm too tall for them to reach. They were not going to take my moment from me.

"Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Go, go)

I'm the miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Go, go)

I'm the miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy!"

I threw my other hand in the air to join my raised one with the gift card, but as soon as I had done that, everyone stopped singing and gasps were made. The music cut unexpectedly along with my solo. I was jumping, but everyone else stopped. I furrowed my brows, confused as to why they stopped as I continued jumping.

"W-Why did you all stop?" I asked.

"Jazz, are you okay?!" a woman shouted behind me. I noticed that Andrew and Sasha in front of me were staring wide eyes, but not at me, but behind. I followed my gaze and shocked to see the raven beauty on the ground unconscious. Blood was oozing out of her nose, dripping onto her rosy lips and hair. My jumping came to a halt, curious to know what happened to her.

"Dude!" The host, wearing a tiara on his head and riding the scooter, stared up at me in disgust, "You just punched a girl! Jerk!"

The girl, who gave us the win with her original song, was trying to wake the teasing bitch up, "Jazz! Jazz, come on!"

"Can somebody call an ambulance?!" a male voice cried in the background.

"No! No ambulance!" The host exclaimed, "I can't have authorities find..." He fell into silence, before he added meekly, "Stuff."

To make matters worse, the Bellas and Jazz girl's brother joined the party.

"What's going on here?" the ginger demanded, but got her answer once she looked down and let out a scream in horror.