Alvin and the Chipmunks

The Threequel

My bad

Chapter one

Speechless

The chipmunks and the chipette have started the fifth year of high school, and Alvin and Brittany pinch their noses in anger. Ever since the beginning of year eleven, the two have been stuck together, rammed against each other, and pressured and forced into unexpected kisses. But their ways of attitude and feeling for each other have changed. Brittany becomes jealous of Alvin's popularity. Alvin feels his obnoxious, arrogant personality is soothing whenever Brittany's around. Brittany's confused with his change of manner towards her. Alvin's falling for the most wanted girl in school. Let out the obvious. They're in love!

Brittany's POV

"Alvin, I told you time and time again, that's my seat." I easily hauled my one-strap bag over my shoulder and hovered over the red clad chipmunk, who wore a smug grin wiped across his face and proceeded on making himself comfortable in my respective bus seat.

"It doesn't have your name on it." He replied coolly and conceitedly, leaning back against the wall of the bus as the large vehicle heaved itself out from the side of the road and onto a busy intersection. The weight of the bus almost knocked me off my feet when it dragged around the tight corner.

I regained my stature and balance, sighing with annoyance at Alvin's arrogance. "Just get out of my fucking seat. I'm not in the mood for an ass like you ruining my day." I snapped, tossing my bag beside him and hoisted both my hands onto my hips.

Alvin shot a false hurt expression my way, "Ouch. That, really, offended me, Brit," he lifted an eyebrow with a tonne of humour, "you should try raising your voice a little. And maybe, just maybe, someone might actually notice you." He deliberately nudged my bag off the seat and tilted his red, DC cap over his eyes.

Incensed, I whipped off his headwear and hurled it at the far side of the bus, earning a few, 'Hey!'s, and 'what the hell!'s from the front passengers. I ignored their petty complaints and continued to glare at the cool and collected Alvin Seville, who just found out his cap, had disappeared from his head.

"What the fuck man!" His head snapped up in my direction, giving me the look that read: 'what the hell did I ever do to you?' written all over his face.

I was in his face, "Now listen here a mo bro! That there you're sitting on is my seat! Get off it if you know what's comin for ya!" My nostrils flared angrily, as I swiftly grabbed my bag and held it above my head, threatening to clout him across the face with it.

Alvin just chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Easy there toots. Don't wanna break a nail." The bridge of my nose creased into a deathly glower, and when I was just about to give him what for, the bus driver peered through the rear view mirror and scolded me. "Brittany Seville! Sit down and behave or you will be walking to school!"

Alvin cracked a humorous grin, as I groaned loudly and slumped into the seat next to him. (Since there were no other seats on the bus) I thumped my bag into my lap and looked out the window, eager to avoid eye contact with the red clad chipmunk blowing raspberries in my ear. My teeth gritted at the aggravating noise, and I suddenly found myself knocking him in the jaw with the back of my knuckles.

Alvin slouched backwards, and when I whirled around, his hand was clasped around his mouth. I rolled my eyes, "note to yourself, never make irritating noises where this chipette can hear. Your vocals will be next on my 'to break list'."

Alvin glared at me, and was just about to retort, when the bus steadily pulled up in front of West Eastman High. Finally, I sighed in relief, jumping out of my seat and darting down the aisle of the long vehicle. I noticed Simon and Jeanette already making their way up the steps into the school's building, closely followed by Theodore and Eleanor, chatting excitedly as they squeezed through the crowded doors.

I stepped out of the bus, abruptly hopping out of the way of a puddle thirty centimetres ahead. At that moment Alvin snuck up behind me and swung his bag over my head, making me squeal in fright. Students in earshot all snapped their attention to me, bursting with laughter as my cheeks burnt with anger.

I smoothed down my now ruffled, auburn bangs and stomped off towards a group of my friends chatting beside the flight of concrete steps. I hauled my bag over my shoulder and waved to them, "hey girlfriends!"

Latisha, AKA, Leash, was first to notice me, flipping her long, layered sun kissed blonde hair from her face as we came face to face. She smiled, as we bopped hips, "hey Britz! How's Alvin doing?" She teased, making me roll my eyes.

"The usual. Shallow, vain, and so up himself. What else is new?" I informed, brushing my side fringe out of my eyes. Leash chuckled, "Besides the fact that he's rounded up over half the school's chicks in exactly..." She glanced down at the invisible watch on her wrist and then eyed the red clad chipmunk wriggling his brows at a large crowd of giggling girls. I cracked a smile, but peered over my shoulder and felt an unexpected pang of jealousy shoot through my chest. I shook it off and turned back to Leash, "...five point two seconds. Hey, a second quicker. A new Alvin Seville record."

I playfully shook my head and began to rummage through my bag. I glanced up at Leash, "You won't need a speed dial to estimate how fast an insect regrets swarming into a bug zapper now can you?"

The blonde smiled humorously, before gasping in excitement, "Is that Juicy you're wearing?" She asked, eyeing the pink, Juicy Couture loose tank top I was wearing with wide eyes.

I pulled out a small tube of strawberry lip gloss and stood up. I looked down at my shirt, "Oh, this? Yeah, it was on special and I thought it would look good with my waist shorts, so I bought it. Isn't it cute?" Leash nodded in agreement, completely mesmerized.

Suddenly, the bell rung, and the remainder of students outside swarmed through the school doors. I groaned, and brushed a light shade of gloss on my lips as I reluctantly trudged inside, with Leash following close to my side. A group of jocks wolf whistled at us as we put on our flirty shoes and strutted down the corridor towards our lockers. My juicy pink, ankle length roman sandals clacked against the marble floor.

After the third try of the combination code, I finally managed to unlock my locker and yank out random books from the inside. I slammed the door closed and was just about to head off to homeroom, when I walked smack bang into a hottie of a guy with gorgeous, wind-blown dark hair. It was Zeke, one of the school's hefty football quarterbacks. He gave me one of his charming smiles and wriggled his eyebrows, "well, if it isn't the sexy Chipettes pop singer. Brittany Seville."

I flashed Zeke a dazzling smile and batted my lashes, "well, if it isn't the stocky Eagles quarterback. Zeke Talor."

Zeke pouted his lips and began to slowly lean in. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I playfully pushed past him and headed for my homeroom, leaving the jock with wearing a confused expression wiped across his face.

I skidded through the door as the second bell rang; earning twenty eight pairs of eyes looking my way, even Mrs Dower, my homeroom teacher. I clutched my study books against my chest and trudged up the aisle of desks, seating myself beside Leash who silently called me over.

"You're late Miss Seville," Mrs Dower scolded, placing the role against the pile of papers on her desk and eyed me. "You are lucky I'm in a good mood today." I rolled my eyes when she turned her back on me, whispering to Leash, "I wonder what's triggered her schmaltzy side. I'd be half way to Dr Rubin's by now." She cracked a smile and nodded in agreement, just as a scrunched note landed softly upon my desk.

I looked over my shoulder, but everyone seemed to have their eyes glued to the front of the class. I picked up the note and unravelled it, frowning as I read the slightly rushed handwriting:

Finder's keeper's loser's weepers, whoever gets to that seat first keeps it

I huffed an annoyed sigh and glared at Alvin, who sat beside one of his friends Kane a few desks behind mine. The red clad chipmunk just smirked in return and teasingly rubbed his eyes, mouthing, 'boo hoo'. I growled at him. MEN! Honestly! Fucking grow up.

I snapped my head to the side, rolling my eyes as I noticed a group of girls with their chins in the palms and sighing dreamily, as they gazed towards Alvin, who winked in return. I shook my head in disgust, and turned my glare to the front of the class, when Mrs Dower had only just whipped around from the white board.

The teacher clasped her hands together, sending a light, snapping noise throughout the room, signalling all students to turn their attention only on her. "Alright class! I want everyone's undivided attention!" She demanded, pushing her dark green glasses to the bridge of her nose, before raising an arm and pointing towards a tall Brunette. His head jerked up as soon as he heard his name, "Mister Taylor, I insist you put that comic aside and pay attention, or you will serve the whole of lunch break as the litter monitor." Mrs Dower said sternly. The brunette slapped the comic down on his desk and groaned almost inaudibly.

I, on the other hand, pulled out a nail filer and scrubbed the edges of my nails with its rough surface. Mrs Dower was too absorbed in reading out the daily bugle to the class to even notice. Everything seemed oddly silent in my own world, except for the constant murmuring of male voices behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, just as Alvin tossed yet another scrunched note onto my desk. He pointed to the ball of paper and mouthed, 'read it' in my direction. Rolling my eyes, I swiftly flicked it off the desk, earning a huff of annoyed sighs from the red clad chipmunk. I proceeded on scrubbing my nails.

Abruptly, the bell rung once again, and as if on cue, the whole class pounced out of their seats and squeezed out the homeroom door before you could say, 'Mississippi'. I blinked, snatching up my study books and plodded off to class, with Alvin following close behind. As I walked down the swarming corridor towards English class he finally passed rushing students headed the opposite direction and jumped in front of me, shoving the scrunched note in my face.

"You forgot something." He smirked, as I slapped his hand away.

I glared at him, "yeah I did. I completely forgot to roll you up in a carpet and throw you off a bridge." I attempted on pushing past him, but all he did was block my path.

Alvin lifted an eyebrow, before heaving out a sarcastic chuckle, "Ha, ha, very funny," he snorted, "you're a laugh Brit, you really are. Listen, I have a solution to our, 'seat' problem." He made the impression with his fingers.

But just before Alvin could continue, I held up a hand and cut him off, "Wait. This is very new. You, Alvin Seville, actually thought of something." I smirked at him, who just rolled his eyes.

"I'll say it again," he began, partly glaring and proceeded with his mockery. "You're a real laugh, Brit. Very...very side-splitting." By then Alvin's voice turned serious, "I said I found a solution to our seat problem." He unravelled the ball of paper and raised it over my head, "we both have shared trips sitting there. So today after school, the one who sits in that seat-"

I cut him off once again, "is me, me, me, and me. That's my own seat; you have the middle rows all to yourself." I tried shoving past him for a second time, only to be pushed against the nearest locker, with both my arms pinned to the door. "Hey!" I yelled.

My study books hit the floor with a thud, and firmly kicked aside by Alvin. He glared at me, "will you shut up so I can explain!" The bridge of my nose creased into a frown, as he carried on, "Since I'm nice, you get the seat first after school. I have my share in the mornings. Satisfied?"

I lifted both eyebrows and shook my head, "I'll say it again," I began, earning an annoyed sigh from Alvin. "That's my seat. You have the middle rows all to yourself. End of discussion." I flicked my wrists, seeking an escape out of his strong grasp.

Suddenly, Ryan and his group of ironic, arrogant jocks barged down the corridor and rammed Alvin into me. Both our eyes widened, as his lips accidently crashed against mine. I couldn't pull away. I still had my back to the locker. Alvin couldn't pull away, because Ryan still pressured him against me.

I winced, as Alvin's fingers tensed around my wrists, and I felt the heat of his cheeks on my face. I, on the other hand, was completely frozen from head to toe. I didn't want to believe it, but since now it was true. Alvin Seville kissed me. Not by instinct, but by force from others. I even found myself slightly melting at the softness of his lips, and the instant zing of an unexpected thrill mentally drowning out my muffled yelps of surprise.

"Get a room you two!" Ryan teased, pulling his hand away from Alvin's back and running off down the corridor with his friends.

The red clad chipmunk swiftly pulled back, immediately whipping his head away from my surprised stare. I was speechless. Looking down at my feet, Alvin reached for my shoulder, but quickly kept his hands to himself.

"...Um..." He muttered, breaking the awkward silence between us. "...Uh..." He stepped backwards, as I whipped up my books and bolted to my English class, leaving him frozen in the deserted corridor.

Lunch Break-

Alvin's POV

"Hey Al! Heads up!" I whirled around to the source of my name, suddenly coming face to face with a football being thrown. As if almost instantly, my reflexes kicked in and I caught the ball, grinning triumphantly towards Zeke, who scooped up a handful of chips and shoved them into his mouth.

"Too quick for ya." I chuckled. Zeke playfully rolled his eyes and attempted to snatch the ball from my grip. I jumped out of my seat and circled the table, with the ball wedged under my arm. Zeke chased me, positioning himself in a defensive pose in front of me.

Kane joined in, frantically waving arms in the air, "Alvin! I'm open!" He shouted, as Zeke tried to block his way. "I'm open, Im open!"

I made an attempt to pass the ball to Kane, but almost being knocked off my feet by Zeke who leapt for it. Unfortunately for him I was a good, half a head taller.

I found the opportunity and tossed the ball to Kane, who caught it and circled the table, as Zeke began to chase him. Kane passed it back to me, just before his pursuer rammed into him and they both hit the floor with a thud. I chuckled at the scene, as the two tackled each other.

I picked off an apple from my tray and slumped back into my seat, placing the football upon the table and biting into the piece of fruit. At that moment, Zeke and Kane pulled themselves off the floor and joined me at the table, digging into their lunches like wild animals. "Easy on the grub dudes!" I laughed, "Don't wanna disappoint the ladies with love handles sprouting from our hefty chests now do we?" I winked at a couple a girls sitting a few tables further down, who giggled hysterically.

Zeke and Kane looked at each other and snorted, leaning back on their chairs. Kane grinned, "Well, you can't enjoy yourself with an empty stomach." Zeke nodded cockily in agreement, "Especially when that certain someone you want to enjoy is none other than miss, Brittany Seville." He looked at me with a playful glare, "I'm so jealous of you right now Al. You're living with the hottest, sexiest girl in school."

My eyes widened at this, suddenly remembering what happened with the Ryan incident. I bit my lip and rubbed the back of my neck, "Yeah, I am ain't I?" I could still taste Brittany's strawberry flavoured lips on the tip of my tongue.

Zeke rolled his eyes, "Duh." He huffed a sigh of covetousness and folded his arms across his chest, as he turned his head towards the table Brittany and her friends were seated.

She burst into a ray of sweet, pleasant laughter, when one of her friends, Elise, updated her and the others on the latest gossip.

With Brittany-

Brittany's POV

I plopped a single grape into my mouth, before letting out a giggle as my friend, Elise continued on with the latest gossip.

"OMG!" Elise gasped suddenly, making everyone around our table chuckle. "Did you see that Ian Hawke guy bare all in that demented foil dress at the Staples Centre?" She asked.

I playfully rolled my eyes, "when have I ever forgotten that?" I shuddered at the thought. Ian Hawke? Fake dress? Impersonating me and my sisters on live television? I knew he was twisted, but seriously! He's gone completely over the limits!

Leash grinned at my reaction, "that's because we never let you forget it."

Adele nodded in agreement, before averting her eyes and swiftly pointed her head down at her feet. "Ugh! I don't think I ever want to look at another guy ever again." She mumbled, letting out a short, disgusted gag. "I was there that night wanting to see you and your sisters perform. But I didn't expect to be looking up at a hairy, half naked thirty year old man with head and hand puppets, imitating you three." She smiled between Jeanette, Eleanor and me, before bursting into hysterical laughter.

Everyone around the table joined in; leaning back against their chairs and clutching their stomachs in hard laughter.

Abruptly, Ryan and his arrogant gang of jocks approached us, cackling teasingly towards me. "Hey Brittany! How's Alvin doing?" Ryan taunted. My cheeks burnt with anger, as he pouted his lips. Jeanette and Eleanor both stared at me, confused. Ryan continued to mock me, "oh, don't get all snippy Brittany. The guys and I saw you two sucking face against a locker with our own two eyes."

Elise gasped, before letting out a loud, cooing sound. The others followed on suit. I glanced over my shoulder towards the table Alvin was seated at, catching him staring at me with just as much flush in his cheeks. Kane began to tease him. Zeke just huffed an irritated sigh and folded his arms across his chest.

I glared up at Ryan, who was laughing his ass off. "Well, it wouldn't have happened if you and your dipshits just walked on!" I spat, clenching my fists into balls. I wasn't finished yet. I jumped out of my seat and pointed at Ryan. "You. Yeah you, asshole! Rammed him into me! You forced him into kissing me!" I was in his face now, growling through gritted teeth, "You're a fucking wog Ryan! I fucking hate your guts!"

Ryan cocked an eyebrow, suddenly with a twist of seductiveness. He leaned down slightly and whispered, "You're so fricken sexy when you're pissed." And without warning, he grabbed my arms and wrenched my body forward, crushing my lips with his ferocious kiss.

I screamed, struggling to escape his firm grasp. I shook my head vigorously, but as a result, Ryan quickly snaked his arms around my waist and pressed his body against mine, to my dismay his rough lips never left mine. I tried kicking him, but only to be slammed into the nearest wall and snogged with double the amount of intensity.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my siblings and friends jump out of their seats and try to pry Ryan off me. But the jocks held them back.

My eyes grew larger, as I felt Ryan's tongue travel inside my mouth and trace the tiny crevasses between my teeth. I let out yet another muffled scream.

And that's when I heard the voice of an unexpected person. Alvin.

Alvin's POV

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. But seeing Brittany being forcibly snogged really pissed me off. I thought I would have laughed along with the other jocks, but no, as if another instinct consumed me, I oddly decided against it. I charged over to Ryan, my nostrils flaring. "Hey! Leave her the fuck alone!"

Ryan ignored me and continued on mauling poor, helpless Brittany, who screamed for her attacker to let her go. I ripped him off her, "What the hell man? That was completely uncalled for!" I snapped, shoving Ryan firmly aside and turning my head towards the utterly stunned Brittany, who at the verge of tears. She looked so terrified. So small and dependent, as she slid to the floor and burst into tears.

If this was Alvin Seville, I would have snorted and told her to suck it up. But no, I knelt down and patted her on the shoulder. Who am I! This is Brittany we're talking about! I'm supposed to hate her! "Hey, are you alright?" I asked gently.

Brittany blinked, as a droplet of salt water fell from the corner of her eye, and pattered against her knee. She looked up at me and sniffled, before slightly nodding her head. I stood up and offered her my hand. I don't why I'm doing this, I thought, she'd just reject the offer and pick herself up by herself. But to my surprise, Brittany accepted, and I pulled her to her feet.

Ryan smirked, "Aww, this is cute. Alvin and Brittany Seville. What a perfect couple. When are the kids due Alvie?" He taunted, folding his arms across his chest, with a look of triumph.

I looked over at Brittany, whose fists were clenched into tight balls. As if almost instantly, she charged at Ryan and punched him square in the face, knocking him firmly to the ground. Everyone in the cafeteria gasped at this. Jeanette, Eleanor and I all cheered for her. And that's when Dr Rubin barged through the doors.

She noticed Ryan on the floor, clutching his now bleeding nose, "What is going on in here?" She demanded, as all eyes were being turned to her. All but mine and Brittany's friends and siblings pointed in our direction. The pink clad chipette wiped almost burnt tears off her face and scowled.

Dr Rubin looked at Ryan, and then up to Brittany, who continued to glare at the bleeding jock ion the floor.

Still, having no control over myself, I quickly blurted out, "Ryan forced Brittany into a kiss Rubes. I pulled him off her and punched him in the face." Brittany's eyes widened, and she gawked disbelievingly at me. I just gave her a small nod of reassurance. What the fuck did I just get myself into?

Dr Rubin straightened out her vest and stared scoldingly in my direction. "Well, mister Seville. At least you were being honest." She said, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Since you were reasonably truthful, you will only have one task, and that's mop the halls after school for the rest of the week." With that, she turned on her heels and walked out of the cafeteria, with a wounded Ryan staggering not far behind her.

I looked down at Brittany, who gave me a weak smile and mouthed, 'thank you'. I returned the smile and headed towards my table, where Zeke and Kane were standing open mouthed. Kane lifted an eyebrow and raised his arms in the air, "you just cost yourself a week with no football training Alvin! To a girl! How are we going to win against the Warriors this time?" He complained, letting his limbs fall to his sides.

Zeke frowned at him, "Not just any girl, Kane. Brittany Seville. She needs to spend that time primping in front of a mirror."

Kane gawked at Zeke, "you're a love struck puppy that's what you are." He spat, making me chuckle slightly. He glared at me, "this isn't a laughing matter Alvin. This season will be tougher to beat, and we need all the drills and practice we can get in our spare time. I mean, I still can't believe it. I thought you hated Brittany!"

I pushed Kane into the nearest seat, "alright, alright! Chill! I'll figure out a way to continue with practices. I couldn't control myself. It just slipped out." I explained, earning a confused glare from him and Zeke.

Kane cracked a teasing smile, "so...you were standing up for her?" He turned to Zeke, who had his arms folded across his chest. "Looks like you have competition Zeke." Jerking a thumb over his shoulder, directly pointing at me, he finished, "cause somebody else has the hots for your girl."

I scoffed, "do not!" I denied, but somewhere in there decided against it. I felt my cheeks burning deeply, so I whipped my head around to avoid being laughed at.

Kane let out a taunting chuckle, "Oh, I bet you're feeling grateful for Ryan right now, Al."

I looked at him, cocking an eyebrow with confusion. Folding my arms across my chest, I asked firmly, "and how exactly do I feel grateful for such a manwhore?"

Kane smirked, before slowly gripping the edges of his seat, "I've heard you whimper Brit's name in your sleep, and-"

I cut him off and demanded sternly, "Where the hell did you hear that load of garbage from?"

Kane shrugged his shoulders, "Theodore of course."

I rolled my eyes, "figured that."

Kane chuckled, before continuing, "Well. Between all that 'load of garbage'," he made the impression with his fingers. "Ryan was carrying on about before snogging the redhead that you and Brit made out in the corridor. Do you deny it?" He challenged, lifting both eyebrows.

I sighed exasperatedly and slightly softened my glare, "Part of its true, but the rest isn't. Manwhore pushed me into her while I was trying to reason with her about the seat on the bus."

Zeke rolled his eyes and huffed, "That answer is gonna get you nowhere A. Even I'm agreeing to this, you have a better chance on getting into her pants than I do." He said, as he turned his head towards Brittany, who didn't seem to notice him.

I scowled at this, "What the fuck Zeke. Can you stop being so fricken sexist, it disgusts me." I snapped, creasing the bridge of my nose in a tight frown.

Kane picked the football off the table and playfully nudged me with it, "chill out A. Zeke's just being a dickhead."

Zeke glared at him, "well excuse me for being reluctantly honest!" He spat.

I rolled my eyes, "some things are better left unspoken."

I looked over at Brittany, who was being comforted by her sisters across the other side of the cafeteria. She hugged her legs and wiped a tear from her eye, as she smiled towards Jeanette and Eleanor. I've never noticed this before. Ever since our lips accidently met, my whole perspective about her had suddenly changed. Brittany looked...well...beautiful.

CORNY MOMENT! It always happens to me doesn't it? Anyways, hope you liked it! Next chapter coming SOON!