Her Phantom, His Juliet (A Pieter Kramer Fanfic)

Dance Off

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?"