Here we go. The last chapter that I can write for the summer. I will be back in August and I will definitely finish this. If I'm back before then, that means that I probably have failed big time with my goal. So you can be happy if I post before then, but I will probably be very upset with myself. I will post an author's note after this, just to remind people who don't read these author notes. Thanks for sticking with me this long and for the support. And PM or review me. I will try to respond after I get back. Thank you! So onwards…
WARNING: A lot of sexual suggestions in this chapter. It's just how it turned out when I wrote it. My bad.
The next day, Brittany was in the hallway, out of the way of the traffic, flirting with Darren. She had a long conversation over the phone with him the night before, telling him that she couldn't forget him, even when she was with Alvin. And just like she thought, that stroke to his ego worked like a charm. The next morning, he found her quickly and they had been with each other every free moment during the day. He really became interested in her after she told him where the Vigilante normally hung out during the night. Of course she lied through her teeth about it. But he didn't know.
Since she 'broke up' with Alvin, the two just fought non-stop. He was picking fights with her and she was just getting frustrated. The cops were on their case and the whole Simon thing still wasn't resolved. Whenever she brought him up, Alvin was quick to tell her to shut her trap, which would start a whole new round of fighting. But nothing was as intense as their conflict where they actually fought with each other.
"What are you doing tonight?" Darren whispered into her ear.
"No, tonight is no good for me," she tried to flirt back as well as she could. It was getting easier for her to act interested in him, but she still didn't want to be anywhere near him. And the more she thought about why she wasn't okay with being close to him now, the more she just couldn't stand his behavior towards girls. He being one of the best looking guys in school just didn't matter anymore. Her ideal male had to be someone who was good looking and knew how to treat a girl—with respect.
"Then how about right now? We can skip class, head out the back, and we would be back before anyone found out." Darren pulled back and was looking into her eyes, trying to appear as sweet and kind as he could while promising something. She could say no and that her education really mattered or give him some other excuse. But it was becoming a bit of a problem around him. She's been putting him off for a long time now and this could jeopardize her whole operation. But she didn't want to do that. She hadn't done that yet.
"Can't hold out long, huh?"
Both Darren and Brittany turned their heads to see who had walked past them to say that. There were a lot of students that had passed by them. One was familiar. Alvin was walking away with his head held high, whistling. "What is your problem, dude?" Darren let go of Brittany and shouted out to Alvin. Alvin continued walking. "Asshole, I'm talking to you!"
Brittany turned to Darren and put her hands up. "Just leave him alone. He's obsessed with me."
"Then he needs to know who owns you." Darren looked her in the eye and she had to fight with herself. She had the hardest time biting her tongue just to keep herself from screaming at him that she was no one's property. He turned back to yelling after Alvin. "Seville!" Alvin stopped, a little ways down the hall, and turned around with a questioning look. "What the fuck is your deal?"
Alvin looked around him in a confused manner before looking at Darren and pointing a finger to himself. Darren, in annoyance, nodded that he was talking to him. The guy shrugged his shoulders and looked straight at Darren. "I have a bet going on about who's going to get detention next out of six other guys. But I don't think I have a deal going on."
"No, smartass," Darren began to walk over to Alvin. Brittany followed, trying to convince Darren to just leave Alvin alone. "I meant, what is your problem?"
Once Darren was right in front of Alvin, Alvin just kept his hands in his pockets and looked at him with a blank face. "I have a dick screaming in my face right now. That's kind of a problem. I'm going to be late for class, and getting detention by showing up to class late will make me lose my bet."
Brittany had to stop for a moment and then look curiously at Alvin. The guy bet that he would be the next one to get detention? He bet on himself. She shook her head. "He's just a moron. That's one of the reasons why I like you so much," she purred. Darren just pushed her out of the way.
"What did you call me?"
Alvin looked confused at him again. "I didn't call you anything."
"You called me a 'dick', Seville."
She could see Alvin put on his same old smirk. "No, I didn't. That would mean that you were the one yelling in my face and making me late for class." She groaned.
Darren growled and readied himself to stand his ground against Alvin. "Listen, Seville. You see this," he pointed to Brittany. "This is mine. She's mine because I'm more of a man than you are, and you need to stop poking around the things that don't belong to you. If you don't stop, then I'm going to make you stop. I have a whole gang of guys who just love to wail on pretty boy bitches like you."
Alvin looked very concerned for a moment, lowering his gaze to the floor. Brittany was amazed. Alvin had backed off? No, this wasn't real. Alvin Seville doesn't back down. He looked up with a sparkle in his eye, and Brittany's mouth dropped. She knew it. "I'm pretty persistent in my poking." Alvin looked directly at Brittany. That comment was very suggestive, and the look that he gave her made it more so, especially to Darren, the boy that had been trying to get with her but couldn't. She looked up at Darren to see him looking at her. He was going red in the face from anger.
Brittany backed away a little bit and then looked at Alvin, angry. He might have saved her from having to do something with Darren, but now Alvin made it a whole lot worse for her with that whole last comment. And now Darren and Alvin were probably going to fight it out.
Just as she thought that, Darren moved quickly towards Alvin. Alvin reached for Darren's arm, twisted it around, and brought it up behind his back. Darren hissed out of pain, and Brittany didn't blame him. That move hurt. Alvin didn't say anything and he didn't really look angry. But when Brittany saw his face, he was contemplative. Then, he smiled.
He jumped on to Darren's back and hung on while keeping a hold on Darren's arm. Darren began to move around wildly, trying to swing Alvin off his back. The students that were in the hall collected around them and they all started laughing. Alvin was laughing too. "It's like a rodeo!" she heard him call out.
Alvin managed to hang out to Darren's back for a while, calling out "yee-haw" and other cowboy things while Darren tried to get a handle on Alvin. But whenever he was getting a little close to tossing Alvin, Alvin just pulled on the arm a little bit to get him to stop. Brittany was simply mortified. She had never seen a school fight end like this, and it was because of her. Or at least that's how the rumors were going to come off as. She suddenly just heard Alvin telling Darren that he should probably buy a saddle.
"Okay, guys, break it up!" A teacher pushed through the crowd and then ended up, face to face, with Alvin riding Darren like a bucking bronco. Alvin and Darren stopped moving, just looking at the teacher. The crowd has gone quiet. "What's going on here?"
"Piggy back rides. I paid twenty-five cents for…"
The teacher held up his hand and looked at Alvin, fatigue in his face. "Why don't you just get off of Mr. Watkins?"
"Yea, I know!" Alvin jumped off and released his hold on Darren. Darren pulled his arm around and rubbed it. Alvin turned to look at him. "I want a refund." Darren's eyes grew large and he growled with an increase in anger. But the teacher called their attention back.
"Mr. Seville, I don't know what's going on. But I'm just going to go out on a limb and assume that you started it. Go to detention." Alvin looked at the teacher in shock, amazed that he would have to go to detention.
He went to turn around to walk down the hallway to get there, but he took a moment and looked Darren right in the eyes. Brittany held her breath. There was no way he was about to apologize to Darren for his actions. Alvin opened his mouth. There was nothing else that Alvin could say. He completely dominated that entire fight, if they could even call it one. "Thanks man. Because of you, I just got a hundred bucks." Alvin walked off, whistling to himself.
The students, after everything that had happened, dispersed, still laughing about what Alvin had done to Darren. The teacher let off Darren with a warning and went to leave as well. Darren looked dangerously at Brittany. She put her hands up. "I told you not to go after him," she began to walk away.
Darren pulled her back to him. "You gave it up to him?" Darren asked her harshly.
"What? Don't be ridiculous."
"He seemed to think so."
"He thinks a lot of things. Let's go."
Darren held her still, squeezing harder on her arm. She wanted so bad to give him quick jab to let her go, but she needed to lay low, and if she showed she could fight, then she might fall under suspicion. "You're a tease," Darren pushed her away, causing her to stumble back. Brittany regained her footing quickly, and then stormed up in front of Darren.
"What!?"
"You heard me. You're a tease. I'm not going to deal with it. There are plenty of other girls in this school who will give it up. If you like me better than you like that ass, then you better prove it."
Brittany blinked, and looked around. She hated this guy more and more each day. But her intuition wouldn't let her just back off. There was something here. She knew it. "Prove it?"
Darren moved in and gave her a very rough kiss. "You know what I want. And I know that you want it. I can show you exactly what it means to be my property."
Looking back, she really didn't know what happened. She just lost it. She had it under control, and then she just lost it. There was nothing else that she could do to contain herself. He was really getting on her nerves about being property and just being nothing but a tool for his own pleasure. Darren just didn't take no for an answer, and she had that word flashing in neon lights around her. She had her standards. So she had no choice. She pushed the palm of her hand up his nose and, before she knew it, he was bleeding and crying and she was on her way to detention. At least she didn't get suspended.
She walked into the classroom, not looking around at the others who were scattered in there at the desks. Brittany walked up to the assigned teacher and told her why she was there. The teacher wrote down Brittany's name and Brittany walked down the rows, not caring where she was going to sit. She simply sat down and dug through her purse to find her compact mirror. She opened it and then let out a gasp in surprise.
She turned around and glared at Alvin angrily. "Don't do that!" she hissed to him. She turned back around, not wanting to talk with him or even acknowledge him further.
"So, what are you in for? Grand theft auto? Petty larceny? Shop lifting?"
"Shut up, Alvin."
"I know. You stole someone's mascara."
"I punched Darren Watkins. There, are you happy?" Alvin just beamed at her and she huffed, turning around in her seat. "What is wrong with you?"
"I thought you would be happy. I did you a favor."
"Making me the laughingstock of the entire school? Thanks, Alvin."
"I didn't make them laugh at you." Brittany turned around and gave him a glare. He looked at her seriously. "They aren't laughing at you."
"Yes, they will be. The most ridiculous fight in school was over me. That's how they are all going to see it, Alvin. So thanks a lot."
"You mispronounced 'awesome'." She didn't reply. She fixed her make-up, glancing up at the clock every so often. The day was just a few short hours from being over. All she had to do was deal with Alvin until then. After that, she was free. "Seriously, Britt. You owe me."
"For what? I was so close to getting what I wanted from him."
"He was also close to getting what he wanted from you, too. And he did give you a good piece of dirt, thanks to yours truly."
Brittany just looked at Alvin. She couldn't remember anything that Darren had said in regards to information that she was looking for. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing. Alvin waited, his eyebrows raised, expecting her to burst into gratitude or something like that. But she didn't. He sighed, and dropped his head on the desk. "He's involved with a gang, Brittany," he finally gave in. She heard him and then thought about it. He did say that he had people.
"I would have remembered that. I'm still mortified with how you handled the situation."
He looked up at her, cocking an eyebrow. "You're not too good at picking guys, are you?" Her eyes went wide and she started to tense up. Anger instantly bubbled up inside of her. Alvin didn't really seem to notice, or not even care. He continued on. "I heard you used to be kind of serious with the guy. How can you like someone like that? He's a total tool and all he wants to do is just get in your pants. You should hear what he says about you in the locker room. I'm probably the best guy you've ever 'dated'."
"And you're better? I've never met anyone more sexist than you are. Ever since we've met, you've done nothing but try to make me feel small and helpless and completely in need of a man's protection. But I've proven that I don't need a man. Also, where do you come off insulting his sex life? You've probably have scored with a lot more than him, just dropping them flat the next day. So how are you any different?"
Alvin just glared at her and she folded her arms, waiting for him to reply. She opened her mouth to egg him on, but he refused. "I'm done with that conversation," he muttered, leaning back in his chair and putting his arms behind his head, looking at the ceiling. Brittany watched him angrily, before turning around in her chair, feeling the triumph over Alvin.
The rest of the day ticked by slowly. Alvin actually stayed quiet and to himself, leaving Brittany alone. She had begun to feel a little bad, though, in her words to Alvin. When she did feel her guilt, though, all she had to do was think of all the times that Alvin forced her down, like when he first moved to the area and he told her that she should take up his offer for a date, since she couldn't get anyone better. Yea, he wouldn't have followed through considering what he does, but it was insulting. There was also a time that he rigged her pen to explode all over one of her favorite skirts, causing her to wear her short gym shorts around school that day. There were countless others that showed just how sexist he could be. Just one of those immediately made any feelings of regret disappear.
About an hour left in the day, Alvin got up from the seat behind her and moved to the front of the class to the teacher. Brittany acted like she didn't pay him any attention, but she was curious and tried to listen in. He was asking to go to the restroom. She resumed her boring activity of just doodling on a piece of paper.
By the time that she realized it, he had been gone for about ten minutes. But the teacher really didn't seem to care. She was starting to fall asleep at the desk. Detention was pretty much a joke in this school. Suddenly, the PA sounded over the school.
"We interrupt your regularly scheduled classes to bring you this interruption," Alvin's recognizable voice echoed down the halls of the school, in the classrooms, and right into Brittany's ears. She groaned and put her head on her desk. Maybe this was why they never took a day off from their work? Alvin had too much energy. "Brittany Miller, I hope that this will change your mind about dating me." Her eyes went wide and her face went a deep shade of red. The teacher and the other students in detention looked over at her as she heard Alvin start to sing.
"The moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup, I say a little prayer for you. While combing my hair now and wondering what dress to wear now, I say a little prayer for you. Forever and ever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you. Forever and ever, we never will part. Oh, how I love you. Together, forever, that's how it must be. To live without you would only mean heartbreak for me!"
The entire school was forced to listen to Alvin's voice as he sang through the entire song acapella. The only accompaniment that his voice received was a voice that was slightly higher than his, which she could only assume was Theodore's. Halfway through the song, they could hear banging on the door of the room that Alvin was in. He had to have snuck into the principal's office, after getting his little brother, and locked the door. Those Seville boys were in real trouble.
But she was flattered. Very mortified, but flattered at the same time. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she made him out to be. He did commend her, in his own way, about her skills in fighting. He had a way of distracting her when she was bothered by something. And they did make a great team, when they weren't at each other's throats. And she knew so many things about him that no one else knew. One being was that this offer for a date wasn't a lie. He had the time. And if he really did win one hundred dollars for a bet, then he had the money.
The song ended with Theodore letting the principal in and Alvin starting to try and schmooze things over. Then the PA was cut. Yes, as soon as Alvin was done with afterschool detention, she would take him up on his offer.
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The date had gone exactly as both of them had expected. He was kind and thoughtful one minute, and then the next he was a living nightmare, doing something completely stupid just to make her mad. They had gotten kicked out of the restaurant that he brought her to after Alvin started to throw the food and try to catch it in his mouth, but it made Alvin smile, because it was after they had eaten and before he paid the bill. Brittany dragged him back inside to pay.
He brought her to a movie next. That was actually enjoyable for Brittany, allowing herself to lean in to Alvin with his arm around her. She had to think that she missed the way that his arm seemed to fit perfectly around her shoulders. And they both seemed to pay attention to the movie. He didn't attempt anything while in there, not even a kiss.
After the movie finished, they walked down the street together. Alvin was back to his normal self, picking on Brittany. And Brittany had to start her own fights as well, unable to just want to sit back and enjoy the evening. Her time in the movie theater, nestled next to Alvin, had made her feel that things needed to go back to normal and go back quick.
"I do pushups and arm exercises every day, Alvin. My arms are not flabby."
"I'm worried you're going to take off if you keep flapping them around like that."
"Are you sure that's not going to be you, rising up like a blimp? 'Cause your full of hot air."
"That would be my awesomeness. It can't be contained here on earth."
"There's a lot of you that can't be contained," she bitterly spat out.
"Looks like someone just can't handle me." Alvin gave a victory smile over at Brittany and she quickly shot her arm out and gave him a punch in the arm. "Ow. What was that for?"
"You're a moron, Alvin."
"Takes one to know one."
"What are you, five?"
"What are you, five?" Alvin imitated in a high pitched voice.
"Oh, real mature."
"Oh, real mature."
"I'm Alvin, the biggest douche in the universe."
"I'll admit I'm big, but I don't like to brag."
Brittany rolled her eyes and walked on with Alvin right next to her. He could so easily get to her, but by the end of it all, she really couldn't stay made at him or even hate him. Honestly, what was so different about Alvin compared to Darren, other than the fact that Alvin seemed to be a little more childish. No, a lot more childish.
She turned to look at her date, eyeing the clothes that he had one since that morning. They had decided to meet up right after school. She made sure to look at least presentable to him, and he just came out, shirt wrinkled, as if he slept the entire time. He probably did. She opened her mouth but then they heard a cry for help.
Both Brittany and Alvin perked their heads up, hearing the voice asking. They looked at each other. They had two options. One was just turn around and go away. The other was to charge in and take care of the problem. The latter one, almost instantly. The two ran forward and stopped just to check the situation out.
One male who appeared to be the target. One female who appeared to be the victim. Yes, they were going for it. Brittany ran ahead and jumped up, bringing her two fists down on the man's upper back. He was tall and very muscular. It was going to take a lot to bring him down. Alvin came up from below and gave him a good few hits to his stomach. The man grunted at the assault.
He was big, but he moved slowly. The two darted around him, giving him a couple of hits as they went. It was kind of funny that the two were just fighting one. They were almost playing with him, since they both felt that the fight was too easy. When the target had taken a few more hits and was wobbling a little, Alvin moved down. He was about to ram his fists into the underside of his chin, but Brittany called out to him to stay like that.
She ran to Alvin, and placed her foot in his hands. He seemed to have understood and he pushed her up and watched as she turned around in the air, upside-down, grabbed the man's head, and brought him down while she almost stuck the landing, falling down on her butt. The target didn't get up. Alvin stared at her with wide eyes.
"That was awesome!" he exclaimed moving over to her. She got to her feet and brushed off her clothing. "Where did you learn that?"
"What?" Brittany looked at him. "Oh, I was a cheerleader before I started school this year."
"Hot." Alvin said.
"What did you say?" Brittany began harshly.
"Hot."
"Alvin, I swear to God that…"
"That was hella hot. I'm not going to lie."
Brittany pushed him angrily out of the way and walked back to where the two came from, all the while listening to Alvin laugh at her and then start talking about what he thought of her in her vigilante boots. His sexist side was coming out again. She looked down at her clothes and then stopped short. Her skirt was stained.
"Hey, let's go get some ice cream," Alvin said, sticking his hands in his coat pocket, walking past her. He walked a few more steps before turning around. "Hey, you want ice cream or not? Brittany?"
She just started at her skirt. She knew that she shouldn't cry over it, that things get stained, but she really did love that skirt and it made her feel so pretty to wear it. Now it was all stained. She didn't even notice that Alvin was now standing in front of her, looking at her skirt as well, but obviously not seeing the problem. "Brittany, as much as that skirt makes you look horrible, I don't want to stare at it all day." She looked up at him and pushed him back.
"It's stained!" She said, pointing at the spot. "This was my favorite skirt! I look fantastic in it, you just won't admit it, and it's stained. I can't walk around in a stained skirt. I'm going home."
"What!?" Alvin ran in front of Brittany. "I got detention for three weeks for that stunt I pulled. So we're going for ice cream. Who cares about your stupid skirt?"
That was the wrong thing to say. Brittany ranted to Alvin about it to a point that Alvin had to give in to her. Instead of ice cream, the two went to a nearby shop and Brittany went through to pick out a new one. Alvin just sat by the cash register, ready to die. But Brittany kept on bringing over one after another, asking him his opinion. He really didn't care and he just said yes or no, not paying attention. She seemed to make all the decisions anyway.
After she picked out the skirt, she was still shopping. It was then that Alvin realized what was going on, or was explained to. She was making an entire ensemble. What made it worse, though, was that this shop had no dressing rooms, so it took her forever just to get her new outfit together. And Alvin immediately regretted not just letting her go home. His betting money was just about gone.
Brittany then led him through the streets, trying to find someplace where she could change. Alvin followed behind her, moaning. She didn't listen to him. Finally, she had no choice. She had to change out of her skirt and clothes and into her new outfit. She stopped and looked around. Things were closing down and there weren't any public bathrooms or anything like that. Then her eyes caught it. It was a little seedy and dirty, but it would be her little secret. She went into an alley and ducked behind a dumpster.
"What are you doing now?" Alvin whined out, clearly done with all the fun.
"Changing. Don't you dare look over here."
"Who would want to?"
"I mean it, Alvin."
"Sure, sure." She heard him as she took off her jacket and her scarf. The night air was really cold, but it still was worth the look of her new outfit. She then kicked off her shoes somewhat gently, slipped out of her skirt and threw her shirt to the ground. She stood in the alley completely naked and she bent down, shivering in the cold, to get the first thing her hand could reach. But something moved out of the corner of her eye.
She growled angrily and moved back further behind the dumpster, as far as she could, so she wasn't actually standing in the garbage. She waited until she saw the movement again and she picked up her shoe, a pretty pick, high platform heeled pump, and said a small apology before flinging it at the shape. "Hey! You nearly took my eye out!" He tossed her shoe back over to her.
"Great! Keep your eyes to yourself." She finished changing as fast as she could and then emerged from behind the dumpster, feeling better about herself. She opened her jacket to show Alvin her new clothing, and spun around for him. "So what do you think?" She asked with a smile on her face.
He looked at the clothes and then up at her. "I didn't know you could look any more like a man." She huffed and then stormed off down the street with Alvin following behind her. "I didn't mean that, Britt. But I liked the second outfit better."
"You are such a pervert, Alvin," she continued on. It took him another ten minutes to calm her down.
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"Well, tonight was…horrible," Brittany breathed out, keeping her head high as she walked down the street to her house. Alvin was strolling beside her, his hands in his pockets, more interested in the houses that they passed by than her.
"Looks like we finally agree." His words rolled off his tongue. Brittany snapped her head, giving him death glares, waiting for him to finally notice her. He glanced out of the corner of his royal blue eye, seeing her ice-y blue ones. "What!? We agree on something. That's a good thing, Brittany," he elaborated.
"I hope we never do this again!" Brittany snapped, quickening her pace. Her home was now in view up the street.
"Damn right," he replied, keeping step with her.
"Good!"
"Great!"
"Why are you following me?"
"I'm not following you."
"You live back there, moron."
"I can't help it if I want to circle the block before I go home. I need to clear my head of all the not fun that I had tonight with you."
"Well, do it somewhere else. You don't have to do it around here."
"What, am I bothering you?"
Brittany spun around, just outside of the girls' gate, and looked at him intensely. "You would like to think that, wouldn't you? I just don't want to be around you any more than I have to be!" She kept her eyes sharp, standing up to him with her back straight, sizing him up. His eyes flashed.
"Glad to find another thing we agree on."
"Gee, it must kill you to have to spend every day with me." She had to stop herself. She just couldn't stop arguing with the guy, no matter what had happened between them. She really didn't want to fight with him. The events that had lead up to this date had really began to make her think that she wasn't just attracted to Alvin anymore.
"I hate every damn minute," he put in darkly, pointing his finger at her.
Brittany opened her mouth to reply to him. It would have kept the argument going. But she just couldn't bring herself to say that she shared the same feeling. He was a jerk. A sexist jerk who really didn't seem like he could handle viewing a woman as his equal. But his domineering personality, one that she just had to fight against, was strangely intoxicating. He could be pushed down, but he would never back down. She broke off eye contact and looked at her living room window. The lights were on. She sighed. "Well, I guess I don't not not hate you. You piss me off, but…"
He seemed genuinely surprised by her statement. He took in a deep breath and relaxed his body. "Yea, I don't not not hate you. I just say stuff sometimes." He scratched the back of his neck.
"It might even be the opposite of not not hating you."
"Right!" he exclaimed incredulously, with an annoyed chuckle. He was starting it up again. "If you don't not not hate me, why don't you prove it!?"
"Why don't you!?" she angrily rebutted.
He stepped in a little closer to her, looking rather angry at her. "Don't challenge me. And I told you first!"
She closed in the distance between them and stood her ground. "Yea, I can choose to accept, and I don't, so I won't. But what happened, Alvie? I thought that you always won? You can't always win if you back away from challenges."
Brittany didn't have any time to continue her reply. Alvin's hand shot out and wrapped itself roughly around her waist, pulling her against him. His lips crashed down on hers and he held her steady. Brittany was a little shocked and unprepared for the kiss. But as the seconds went on, and he became gentle, she felt her body relax and lean in. Her eyes fluttered closed and she snaked her arms around his neck, holding him to her. She returned the kiss, their mouths creating a perfect fit. The kiss soon became tender and heartfelt.
She just breathed him in, feeling that for that one moment, everything was perfect and there were no troubles to worry about. Brittany didn't want it to end, but she had to pull away. She opened her eyes and looked up into his. She could feel her face blush a little bit and had to reprimand herself for even allowing a man to have that effect on her. He didn't seem to notice, however, as he kept her gaze and he brought his hand to her cheek, moving his thumb once across her lips.
He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers, still looking into her eyes. "This is the worst night of my life," he muttered to her with a small smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
She began to move her face up, their lips moving closer together. "You are the biggest, most sexist jerk I have ever met, but you have to be the most charming one in the world." She closed the distance and kissed him again quickly, moving away to look at him.
He returned her kiss and murmured into her lips. "You are such a bitch. Too bad I like bitches."
"Too bad for you, or for me?"
Alvin opened his mouth to reply when a voice called to them from the front door. Brittany and Alvin didn't bother to pull away, but they looked over to see Eleanor standing there. She was demanding that both of them come inside and that there was an emergency. The world came crashing back down on the pair and all the troubles that they had managed to forget for an instant came rushing back to them. And now something else had happened that needed their immediate attention.
Brittany could feel her disappointment and she chanced a glance at Alvin, whose face was set seriously. She had to admit it to herself, that she really was not just attracted to him. She didn't have a crush. Brittany Miller was full on in love with Alvin Seville, and she was very sure that Alvin Seville was feeling the same for her. She heard Alvin tell Eleanor that they would be in shortly. They turned their attention back to each other.
"We're gonna have to chat later, Beautiful."
"Can't wait for our next fight," she smiled at him and pulled her arms from his neck. They gave each other a final look before walking into the house together, ready for whatever had happened. They would work and fight it out together, and with each other.
I would like to thank ChipmunkfanNo.1 for pretty much this entire chapter. She was the one with the awesome ideas. I had the inkling to do something like that, but not on that grand of an awesome scale. I think it's a good update to leave off on. I will see you guys in August, and hopefully not any time before then. Until then!