A/N: Aww, a lot of people like Fifi. I've had three people ask me already if they could use her in a story, haha.

Chapter 7: Alvin Makes His Move

Alvin strutted into his second period French class. His eyes scanned the room. They stopped on the person he was looking for. Fifi. She sat at the side of the room by the window, reading a book. Alvin found himself staring at her legs, which were crossed under the desk. He smiled.

Alvin walked over and sat down at the desk next to hers.

"Hey," he said, giving her elbow a nudge.

Fifi looked up from her book and smiled. "Bonjour, Alvin." She said. She looked back down at her book.

'What're you reading?" Alvin asked. He didn't really care. He just wanted to keep her attention.

"Oh," she said. She turned the book over and stared at the cover. "'Le Jardin de Roses'. Il est mon préféré." She said happily.

"I see," Alvin said. He didn't understand a word she had said. He moved in for the kill. "Got any plans for Friday night?" He asked.

Fifi shook her head. The hair in front of her eye bounced around. Her eyes lit up suddenly. "Bonjour, Simon!" She exclaimed. Alvin turned and saw that Simon had walked into the classroom, just as the bell rang.

"Why so late?" Alvin asked. Simon took the seat behind him.

"I walked slowly." Simon sighed. He raised an eyebrow to his brother. "Why so early?"

Alvin nodded his head to Fifi, who had gone back to reading her book, tracing the words lightly with her finger. Simon nodded and got out his notebook. Alvin turned back to Fifi. "Fifi," he said, trying to get her attention once again. Fifi looked up.

"Hm?"

"Do you want to do something on Friday? With me?"

Fifi's eyes widened. "Oh," she said. "I… No, je ne suis pas intéressé…" She looked back down at her book.

Alvin couldn't understand what the last part of her sentence meant, but he heard the "no" loud and clear. "Why?" He asked.

Fifi looked up at him. Alvin loved her blue eyes. He found them sexy. "I have my eyes on someone else." She said solemnly.

"Who?"

Fifi didn't have time to answer. The teacher spoke up, silencing the class.

Alvin paid no attention to what the teacher was saying. He sat silently, pondering the events that had just occurred. Alvin wanted badly to know who it was that Fifi liked. She had only been here for a week. Who could it possibly be? Alvin looked around at the boys in his French class disgusted. It could be any one of them. He knew he had to get Fifi soon, or someone else would steal her.

When the teacher stopped talking, Alvin turned back to Fifi. She was writing on a piece of paper, her book now gone from her desk. Alvin's eyes move from her face to her chest.

"Get to work, Alvin." Mrs. DuPont said. Alvin quickly turned away and faces forward. He didn't know what he was supposed to be doing. He took out a piece of paper like Fifi and began to scribble gibberish on it. He did this for five minutes, until Fifi folded the paper she was writing on and put it in her jacket pocket.

She wasn't doing work, Alvin thought. She was writing a note.

Fifi took out her book once again and began to read. Alvin looked around the room; everyone was working in their workbooks.

"Alvin," Mrs. DuPont said. "Please do your work."

Alvin pulled out his workbook and turned to the page his neighbor was on. He turned to Fifi one last time. She was still reading in her book, not doing any work.

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At the end of class, Alvin stayed behind with Fifi. She stuffed her book into her purple bag. She looked up and was surprised to see Alvin standing there, waiting for her. "Ummm…"

"Ready?" Alvin asked, grinning.

Fifi stared at him, unsure. She nodded. Had she agreed to walk with him and forgot? She shook her head lightly, trying to think.

"Let's go," Alvin said. Fifi stood up and walked to the door, Alvin trailing closely behind her. "So…" He began. "Who is it exactly that you have your eyes on?" He said, trying his best to be subtle.

Fifi's eyes widened. "Oh," She said. She didn't look at Alvin. "Umm…" She thought for a moment.

"Because, you know, I'm available for grabs," Alvin said, looking at her.

She stared at him. "J'ai dit que je ne suis pas intéressé, Alvin…" She said softly.

"I don't understand," Alvin said. He really did not understand what it was that she was saying.

Fifi shook her head. "No, Alvin."

Alvin sighed. Why didn't she like him? Because she liked someone else… Alvin scoffed. "Can you at least tell me who it is that you like?" He said anxiously.

Fifi took a deep breath. "Votre frère. J'aime ton frère." She said, softly.

Alvin stopped. "Uhh… Fifi?" But before she could respond, she turned the corner, leaving Alvin enveloped in an awkward rejection.

"Damn…" He muttered. He turned and headed to his next class.

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At lunch, Alvin, Simon and Theodore all sat at a lunch table together. They sat in silence, eating their lunch. Alvin looked glumly at his food. Simon was reading a book and eating. Theodore was eating ferociously, like he always did.

Alvin was angry. He needed to know who it was that Fifi liked, so he could tell him to back off. He looked at Simon. "Hey, Si," He asked.

Simon looked up. "What is it, Alvin?"

"What does 'votray frair' mean? In English?" He asked, trying to remember as much as he could.

"Votre frère? It means 'your brother'." Simon looked back down at his book, not bothering to ask why.

Alvin's eyes widened. "Oh…" He looked back down at his food, wondering if he remembered the conversation correctly.

"Why?" Theodore asked. He had some spaghetti sauce on his chin.

"No reason." Alvin said quickly. He stood up and left the lunchroom.

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