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Part 3

Brittany trudged into the house slowly and carefully, yanking her elastic out of her ponytail and letting her hair hang down her back.

Cheer practice had been brutal, especially since Monique, the most cruel and tyrannical person since Hitler (and her sworn enemy), had taken over when Muffy, the team captain, was out sick. She demanded that she run around the track course five times before joining her fellow cheerleaders. And it didn't stop there. Monique made them do the same cheers over and over to get them right. She had even ordered that they run up and down the bleachers ten times to "build muscle." She wished she had punched her right then and there.

But she was too tired to even lift a finger.

Brittany groaned and managed to drag her feet to the kitchen, where she rummaged through the fridge and found an ice-cold bottle of vitamin water. She took a sip of the strawberry-infused drink, and then, on a second thought, pressed it on her aching lower back.

She exhaled. Much better.

There was a knock on the door. Brittany groaned again and stomped to the door, feeling a burning sensation in every part of her body. She unlocked the door and thrust it open. "WHAT?"

Theodore backed away, holding his hands up. "Uh, is this a bad time?"

Oh my God, Brittany thought, widening her ice-blue eyes. Really bad timing! Brittany managed to smile and say, "Hi, Theodore. What brings you here?"

Theodore eyed her up and down, blushing. "Are you sure this isn't a bad time?"

Brittany suddenly felt heat rush to her cheeks as well, realizing that she was still dressed in her hot pink sports bra and black shorts from cheer practice. "Oh, uh, I just got home from cheer practice and hadn't had a chance to change."

"Maybe I should come back later…" Theodore started to leave.

"N-no! No. W-why don't you come inside?" Brittany dragged him into the house before he could respond and sat him at the table in the kitchen.

"So, what do you need, Theo?" Brittany asked, sliding into a bar stool near the island. She casually took a sip of her vitamin water, but she was suddenly very aware that she was practically half-naked. The fact that Theodore was in her kitchen seeing her half-naked didn't help.

Theodore seemed very aware of it as well, because his eyes were very fixed on her tanned torso. "Uh, well, I was wondering if-"

"If what?" Brittany asked sweetly, giving him an innocent smile.

Theodore stammered. "Uhhhh…"

"Would you like something to drink?" Brittany tried to get off the stool gracefully, but fell to the floor instead. She moaned, pain surging through her bruised shoulders.

"Britt, are you okay?" Theodore asked, getting out of his seat to help her up.

"Just… peachy," Brittany grumbled spitefully, grabbing Theodore's hand. He pulled her to her feet.

"Thanks," Brittany said.

Theodore smiled. "No problem."

Brittany felt Theodore's hand grip hers. They both let go, turning red and nervously chuckling.

Another pain shot through Brittany's shoulder, and she yelped, gripping it.

Theodore widened his eyes. "What is it?"

"My shoulder," she answered thru gritted teeth, rubbing the sore spot on her shoulder blade. She moaned a little, rolling it. "I'm sorry, Theo. Cheer practice wasn't necessarily forgiving on my body, if you know what I mean."

Theodore nodded. "I can help."

Brittany raised her eyebrows. "Seriously? How?"

Theodore stepped behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Alvin taught me a few massage tricks when your training kept pulling some muscles."

"Oh." Brittany couldn't help but notice that his hands felt warm on her skin. "Well, go ahead. Teach me something."

Theodore laughed a little, then began to gently rub her shoulders.

Brittany bit her lip. "That feels really nice…"

Theodore gave her a dreamy smile and gently circled his thumbs on her shoulder blades.

Brittany groaned softly, closing her eyes. Then she stopped, stiffening a little. Theodore noticed this and dug a little harder into her shoulders.

This is strictly friend helping friend, Brittany thought gently, trying not to hyperventilate when his fingers went underneath her bra strap. He's just a friend helping me with shoulder cramps. He used to be fat. He has a girlfriend now. Do not fall for him. Do not fall for him. Do not fall for him…

Brittany cried out when her lower back cramped.

Theodore took his hands off her. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Brittany squeaked, her voice an octave higher. "My back just really hurts. Can you fix it for me?" Brittany looked into his eyes pleadingly, giving him a coy little smile. So she was being a teeny bit overdramatic. So sue her.

Theodore caught on quickly, giving her a flirty smile of his own. "Sure. Anything, Britt."

Brittany turned back around. Theodore stepped a little closer to her this time, moving his hands to her back.

It was harder to ignore the things she was feeling at this moment, especially when Theodore was digging his palms into her lower back. Her breathing became harder. I don't want him… I don't want him…

She could feel him press against her, his breath burning hot against her ear. She held her breath. I don't want him…

Theodore rubbed her hips slowly. Her drifting state of mind increased.

I want him…I really want him…

Brittany turned around, wrapping his arms around Theodore and crashing her strawberry-glossed lips into his.

At first, Theodore pulled back a little in surprise, but as she coaxed him, he gently pushed her against the counter, deepening their embrace. Brittany groaned, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He gently rubbed her thigh in response.

This is bad, she thought as she ran her fingers through his hair, really bad. But, I just can't stop. He just feels so great…

I can't believe I'm making out with the hottest girl in school, Theodore sighed as he took in the soft scent of her perfume and the taste of her lip gloss. And I think she's hitting on me. This is my dream come true. I wonder what Vanessa would think if she saw…

Vanessa!

Theodore put his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her away. Brittany managed to get in one more kiss before he pulled her off.

"What's wrong, Theo? Can't take the heat?" Brittany purred, twirling a lock of his hair around her finger. Her heart fluttered inside her chest, and her tongue itched inside her mouth, waiting for his response.

Theodore sighed. "I can't do this, Britt."

Brittany giggled sensually, pulling Theodore closer. "It's okay, I can show you. All you do is just put your lips like this…"

"No, Britt, I'm serious," Theodore said, pushing her away. He gazed at her with yearning eyes. "I can't do this. I have a girlfriend. It…it wouldn't be right."

Brittany returned his gaze with a lustful one. "You don't have to be with her. You could have any girl in this whole school. You could even have me, if you play your cards right…" While she said it, she pressed herself against him, sneaking her small hand up his shirt.

Theodore stepped away. "Brittany, no-"

When his phone rang in his pocket, Theodore gave her a slightly angry look before pulling it out of his pocket and answering it. A smile broke across his face as he cooed into the phone, "Hey, V, how are you doing?"

Brittany turned away, slinking to the fridge and opening the door, giving him some privacy.

But not much. She could still hear him laughing into the phone, murmuring sweet nothings back into the phone to his girlfriend. Not even the loud defective hum of the old-fashioned refrigerator could block it out.

She wanted to puke.

Theodore and Vanessa had been the It couple of the school for two weeks now, and it made her sick to watch him flirt with her. He carried her books, gave her anything he cooked in Foods, and gave her all his attention. And by the way she flirted with him; Brittany could tell that she loved the attention of the newborn hottie.

Brittany could feel a chill coming through her spine and closed the fridge. By that time, Theodore was hanging up.

For a second, she could see a petite brunette figure staring blankly through her window, a hateful gaze thrown directly at her…

But then, she was gone.

Theodore turned to her. "Sorry, Britt, but I have to go."

Brittany felt her stomach lurch. "What? Why? You just got here."

"Oh, I meant to tell you that I wanted to cancel our session for today because I had a date with Vanessa," Theodore said casually, picking up his backpack.

Brittany gulped, a pit of despair and disappointment forming in the back of her throat, choking her words. "Oh. Okay. I mean, I guess we can work on our project some other time then." She pursed her lips, trying not to look disappointed.

But it showed all over her face.

Theodore noticed this and instantly felt bad for cancelling. He owed her so much for what she had done, and how does he repay her? By blowing her off in a jerky, Alvin-like way. He softened, pulling her into a hug. "Hey, look, Britt, I'm sorry, okay? I promise I'll make it up to you later. Maybe I can cancel and we can stay here and do whatever you want. How does that sound?"

That sounded a little better, Brittany thought as she hugged him back. And she knew what she wanted to do first that had nothing to do with the project and everything to do with getting extra cozy with him on the couch…

Brittany closed her eyes, trying to get the naughty thought out of her head. He was her ex's brother after all, albeit a new and improved version, formerly a shy, sensitive loser that disappeared in the crowd. She had promised Alvin that she wouldn't pull any mind tricks on him. But she couldn't help herself. After all, he did look extra sexy in his caramel-colored leather jacket today. And his chest just felt so warm and soft…

Theodore pulled himself away from her slowly and cautiously, trying to decide whether he should stay or go. "Well…um, I guess I should get going, then."

Brittany instantly felt a chill as soon as his body heat was out of her reach. Just like her relationship with him. "Yeah, you should. Thanks for the massage. I really needed it."

Theodore gave her a small smile. "No problem, Britt." He turned to go out the door…but not before giving Brittany a soft, gentle kiss on her cheek. She smelled like apple blossoms, he noted. "Uh…see you at school Monday."

"Bye," Brittany murmured, her cheek tingling from the gentleness of his lips. After she closed the door behind him, she slid down the door and slumped to the floor in a lovesick heap, replaying the last events in her head over and over, wishing that she could relive the last fifteen minutes of her life again.

"This has been the best date ever," Vanessa cooed as Theodore walked her home that evening after dinner.

Theodore sighed as he put an arm around Vanessa. He was really glad that Vanessa had had a great time with him and all, but something deep in his gut told him that he was walking home with his arm around the wrong girl. His thoughts often drifted around Brittany, how her blue eyes sparkled whenever she was excited or happy or mad, how her soft auburn hair flowed in loose, carefree curls down her back, and even how guilty he had felt when he had ended up making out with Brittany when he was over her house. Even though he didn't feel that guilty…

It was her fault that she looked way too cute in that sports bra.

Theodore sighed. He shouldn't be thinking about other girls out when he was with his girlfriend, but he couldn't help it. Brittany was really beautiful…

…and so was Vanessa. Especially when she curled up under his arm and purred, "Can we go see your room?"

Theodore widened his eyes. Why did she need to see his room? "Uhh…I guess so. Why?"

Vanessa giggled. "You'll see. Come on." As she dragged him down the street, Theodore wondered what she wanted to do when they got to his room. Although he had a pretty vague idea what it was…

When they got to his house, he unlocked the door as stealthily and as quietly as he could. He knew he should have gotten home earlier, but when else was he going to have time with his girlfriend? The house was quiet and still, and he knew that his family had probably gone to sleep already.

Theodore led Vanessa down to the door at the end of the hall, and opened it as quietly as he could, letting her into his room.

"This is an interesting room," Vanessa said, looking around. "I love it!" She giddily jumped on the bed.

"Shhh! Stop it!" Theodore pulled the bouncing girl down and stared into her eyes. "Dave and my brothers can't know you're here. If they knew I brought a girl here after dark, they would…"

Vanessa stared lustfully at him, creating a hypnotic spell on him. She leaned closer.

"They would…" Theodore tried again. Vanessa leaned closer.

"Th..They…would…" Theodore was entranced by her beauty in the glow in the moonlight. She leaned into him even further, and planted her lips on top of hers.

The kiss was intoxicating, and he couldn't focus. He leaned deeper into her, and their kiss became fast and desperate, him rubbing her waist, her tugging on his clothes.

After what seemed like forever, they came up for air.

Vanessa panted, pawing at his shirt. "Do you know what I want to do right now?"

Theodore nodded, trying to catch his breath. "I have a pretty good idea…"

And they kissed frantically again, leaning back onto his soft sheets, Theodore forgetting all about Brittany.

The next day, Brittany sat in her bed, rethinking about what had happened yesterday afternoon. Usually, on a Saturday like this, she would be out with her friends, hanging out, drinking smoothies, maxing out their credit cards, and flirting and giggling about the cutest guys that were at the mall.

But the only guy she could think about was Theodore.

She still couldn't believe that what had happened yesterday had…happened.

And the worst part?

She didn't feel any guilt or nausea at all.

Before the transformation, ever since she had met Theodore, she had thought he was a lost cause. He was the roundest, shyest, most uncoordinated boy she had ever met. She had shunned him at school. She laughed with her friends whenever he was being humiliated, even though she tried to apologize to him for his behavior to clear her guilty conscience. She pelted him with pennies with all the other juniors and seniors, even though Theodore and Brittany had both been freshmen at the time. She made sure no one ever saw her with him, or assumed she affiliated with him. And she made sure, of no circumstances, that she would never, ever, E-VER, fall for the chipmunk.

Well, look at her now.

Theodore was obviously a transformed guy now. He was no longer that under-self-confident, timid, overweight butterball he used to be. Now he was the self-assured, bold hottie he always wanted to be. She had made him into this beautiful god. She had created the perfect boyfriend. He might as well have come in an instant mix box that said, Insta-Boyfriend! Just add cuteness, strength, and a little bit of water!

Now she knew how Barbie felt when she met Ken.

Brittany turned over in her bed and buried her face into the nearest pillow and emitted a muffled scream, biting the pillow in frustration. Why did he have to like Vanessa? Why? I'm better! I'm hotter! I'm sexier! Why can't I have a piece of him? Does he not like me anymore? Does he think I'm a freak? Is he freaked out from yesterday? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

Brittany's blue eyes peeked out from behind the pillow to stare at her headboard. Pictures were glued to it, memories over the years flooding back. Brittany remembered taking some of them while they were training Theodore to be a girl magnet. There was the "Before" picture that she had taken as soon as she had started the three-week program, his shirt looking slightly bulgy and his jeans looking three sizes too tight. His pudgy face stared back at her with blankness in his forest-green eyes. Several pictures had been taken after that, including a picture of Theodore huffing down the street in a tracksuit, his face red and blotchy; a picture of Brittany barking at Theodore as he struggled to lift weights; a picture of Brittany tossing at least ten pounds of junk food into a dumpster, while Theodore looked on with sadness in his plate-sized eyes. And she definitely remembered getting frustrated at Theodore as he tried to jump rope, but had given up when he tripped over the rope at fifty jumps in a row. He'd thrown the rope at her and started to cry when she'd screamed at him to, quote-unquote, "get your fat ass up and finish the hundred jumps already!"

"B-but," he blubbered as he sat on the ground, staring at his pudgy hands, "I can't do this, Brittany! This is s-so h-h-hopeless! I sh-should just give up already! N-no girl is e-ever g-going to like me! Ever!"

"Not when you're slumped over on the ground like a gumdrop!" Brittany yelled over him, blowing her whistle a billion times in his face. "Don't give up so easily, Theodore! Get up and be a man!"

"B-But I-I c-can't d-do it!" His shoulders shook as he talked, tears streaking his face.

Brittany rolled her eyes at his drama-queen behavior. "No one ever gives up on me, Theodore! I haven't given up on you, haven't I? I'm still here, right?"

Theodore sniffled. "Y-yeah, I guess so…"

"Well, then you shouldn't give up on yourself, Teddy!" Brittany insisted, leaning down and putting a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I believe in you. And you should, too. Please, Theodore. Do this for Vanessa. Do it for your health. Do it…do it… for me."

Theodore stared into her sky-blue eyes, searching for mischief, a trick, a catch to this whole thing. But he saw nothing but sincerity. And she was almost never this sincere… He smiled through his tear-stricken face. "I'll do it!" He sprang up and picked up the jump rope, taking deep breaths before beginning to jump rope again.

And Brittany stared on, an encouraging smile on her face.

Brittany skipped all the way down the list of photos to the "After" shot she had taken the day after his debut. She had taken it for reference, just in case she did another makeover, but she had mostly taken it because she wanted to hang it up and stare at it all day. She gently kissed the photo of the muscular, adorable, sun-kissed boy in front of her, creating a glossy lipstick mark that circled around his torso.

She stared at the photo, enchanted by his handsomeness, his charisma, his amazingness. And she just couldn't stop thinking about the things that made him unique. His talent for cooking gourmet dishes without breaking a sweat, his raw singing talent (obviously), his sweet, innocent, caring nature. And she didn't want to get started on his amazing body…

Brittany blinked at the picture. She couldn't believe she had fallen so quickly – and so hard – for a guy before. Especially when that guy was Theodore. She snuggled back into her covers and buried her head into her pillow, fantasizing about what had happened yesterday. His hand sneaking up her leg, prickling her nerves. Her hands running through his hair and up his back. Him pressing her up against the counter, the cool marble boring into her back and sending excited tingles up her spine. His lips – oh, his lips – gently massaging hers, opening a little to admit her tongue inside his mouth…

She wanted to feel those sensations again. She wanted to feel his hands on her, his tender lips on hers, those tingles and shivers he gave her whenever he smiled or flirted or came in contact with her…

Brittany wanted it. Brittany needed it.

And Brittany needed it badly.

She sprang out of bed and rushed for her bedroom door, anxious to tell Theodore how she really felt. That she was ready for a real relationship, one that didn't have anything to do with being popular or pretty or anything about social status. She was ready to be a good girlfriend.

And she wouldn't stop till she got what she wanted.

Ooh, some good drama's comin' up soon! And I apologize for the wait on this story. School's been totally hectic, and I haven't finished any of my new chapters yet! Hope to upload soon again! Peace! :)