Hey guys! Again, I had some spelling mistakes in the last chapter so please forgive me. Anyway, here's chapter 3.

"No. No way. Absolutely not." Jeanette squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head from side to side as if trying to erase the idea from the air to her nose.

For the past twenty minutes, Brittany had been telling her how great cheerleading would be . But Jeanette wasn't buying it.

"Come on Jean. It will be fun," Brittany pleaded.

"Fun? Yeah, the way total humiliation is fun," Jeanette fumed.

The chipmunks and chipettes were sitting on the deck in the chipettes backyard. A bag of potato chips, a two liter bottle of soda, and a pack of cherry flavored licorice whips sat open on the patio table in front of them.

"I cannot believe you signed me up for cheerleading tryouts without even asking me, Britt. Do I look like a cheerleader? I mean, I can't even talk in class without blushing, or walk five minutes without tripping and nearly landing on my face!" Jeanette exclaimed.

"But you used to go to gymnastics meets, right?" Simon asked casually.

Jeanette had taken gymnastics lessons, all through grade school. At first she wasn't that good, but then her clumsiness didn't seem to get in the way as much. She's won all-around second place in the last city wide meet she went to, before she quit.

She shrugged. "Yeah, so?"

"So didn't you compete in front of lots of people then?" Simon asked.

"That was different," said Jeanette, willing her cheeks to return to their normal colour. "All that mattered was whether I landed a back handspring or not. I was being judged on my skills, not my hair or clothes or how cool I was.

"It isn't all that different," argued Brittany. "And anyway, you won't be in front of the entire school. The only people who see the tryouts are the coach and the eighth-grade cheerleaders.

"Oh, only the eighth-grade cheerleaders. Only the most popular girls in the school!" Jeanette rolled her eyes. " No way, Jose. Do it without me."

"I can't do it without you. You have to try out with a partner. That's the rule."

Jeanette located a stray chip on the table. She stabbed it with her thumb, breaking it into pieces. "So find another partner, like Eleanor."

Eleanor shivered at the thought. "Jeanette, I can't do that, I play on the sports team. When you cheer for the football, I can't just switch into a cheer uniform and pom-poms when I'm on the bench."

With a little huff, Brittany sat back in her chair."If I'd known you'd freak out like this I would have picked a different partner."

"Yeah, she's freaking out almost as much as you usually do," Alvin whispered to Brittany. Brittany just elbowed him as a reply.

Jeanette said nothing. She continued to pulverize the potato chip.

Eleanor tried to lighten her sister up. "Jean, remember when we all did the school play?"

The year before, the chipmunks and chipettes did the play Snow White. Brittany had gotten the role of Snow White, and she convinced Jeanette to be one of the dwarf's with Eleanor and the rest of the chipmunks. Jeanette remembered the tingly feeling of excitement of standing backstage before she went on.

In fact, most of the exciting things Jeanette had ever done had been Brittany's idea, no matter how stupid they were. Jeanette had gone around the world collecting dolls in a hot-air balloon, an amazing experience she had, thanks to Brittany.

But all that was different, Jeanette reminded herself. Being in the school play was NOT the same as cheerleading.

Brittany knew the only way to get her to do this was to lie.

"Jeanette, I could never have gone on stage every night if you weren't a dwarf in the play," Brittany lied, "And I can't imagine doing this without you, either. It just wouldn't be as much fun. So will you do it? Please?"

Jeanette swept the crumbs off the table and into her palm. Then she tossed them into the grass. She thought about how she always went along with Brittany's ideas.

Brittany watched her, waiting for an answer.

"No," Jeanette said at last.

Everyone was shocked. Jeanette had never said no to Brittany before.

Brittany's face tightened. She scraped her chair back and stood up. Without a word, she took the poato chips out of Theodore's hands and marched into the house, sliding the screen door shut behind her with a bang. A moment later, Jeanette heard the television come on in the Miller's living room.

"She took the potato chips," Theodore said sadly, " right out of my hands." Theodore said nothing more and left the backyard.

It was silent for a few moments. Suddenly, Eleanor's wrist watch started beeping.

"Come on Alvin. Football practice is in ten minutes." She said.

Alvin and Eleanor made their way out of the backyard.

"Saved by the wristwatch," Alvin whispered to Eleanor.

"Your telling me."

It was just Jeanette and Simon in the backyard. It was very quiet.

"I think you should do it." Simon said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Jeanette looked at him in surprise. "What?"

"I think you should try out."

"Why?" She'd assume that Simon thought the tryouts were a bad idea, too. "I'd be the worst cheerleader ever. I'd probably make the crowd want to cheer for the other team."

"No, you wouldn't," Simon said, "you'd be good at the cartwheels and handsprings and what not. Besides, Brittany isn't asking you to be a cheerleader. She just wants you to be her partner for the tryouts."

"But I thought you thought that cheerleading was lame. You just said Muffy is a big snob."

"I said Muffy is a big snob," Simon replied. "That doesn't necessarily mean I think cheerleading is lame. Look, if you don't make the team, it's no big deal. After a week, no one will even remember you tried out. And if you do make it, well, you will be with Brittany, just like she said."

Jeanette chewed her lip. She felt outnumbered. It was two and maybe even five against one in favor of Jeanette Miller trying out for cheerleader. Or make that, cheerloser.

"All right," she said with a sigh, "I'll do it."

"Jeanette! You have to smile!" Brittany exclaimed, "You have to look like your rooting for a touchdown, not directing air traffic."

Jeanette stopped midcheer and dropped her arms. "I was smiling," she snapped, "wasn't I?"

"Not unless you call this smiling." Brittany grimaced as if she stubbed her toe. It was Saturday afternoon. The girls were in their backyard, practicing their routine for the tryouts.

Everyday after school that week, Jeanette and Brittany had gone to training sessions held by the eighth-grade cheerleaders. All the girls who wanted to try out were supposed to pick one cheer and develop a routine with a partner. Tryouts would be the following Monday after school.

With a groan, Jeanette flopped down on the grass and covered her face with her arms. "I'm no good at this," she said. "I am going to humiliate myself."

"No, you're not," Brittany replied. She marched over, grabbed he sister's hand, and pulled her back onto her feet. "Now try it again. From the top."

Brittany sat at the edge of the deck, and Jeanette stood on the lawn, facing her. "Ready, o-kay!" she shouted.

"We're the mules, we can't be beat. So clap your hands and stomp your feet. . . . ."

She began to go through their routine, lifting her knees, bending her arms into stiff, precise shapes. Jeanette actually liked the movements. They reminded her of a little of the dance steps in the gymnastics routine.

"We're the mules, we make the rules, we trample all those other schools. . . ."

"Bigger smile!" Brittany called out.

It was the smiling Jeanette found hard. She felt like a dumb Barbie doll with a phony smile plastered across her face.

She stretched her lips wider to show she was trying.

"Now you look like a dog that's about to bite someone," Brittany told her.

"I feel like I want to bit someone," Jeanette said meaningfully.

"Okay." Brittany stood up. "You take a break. I'll practice and you can give me some pointers. Be brutal. I can take it."

The girls traded places.

"Ready. O-KAY!" Brittany shouted. She started to move through the cheer.

Watching her, Jeanette thought it was a completely different routine. Where Jeanette to be precise and angular, Brittany looked like she was made of rubber. Her kicks wobbled. Her curls bounced. Her arms flapped like we spaghetti. But Jeanette had to hand it to her. Brittany's smile was perfect.

By the time she'd finished, Brittany was panting. "What did you think?" she asked between breaths.

"You need to keep your legs straighter on your kicks," Jeanette advised. " But otherwise you looked really good.

Brittany plopped down in the grass beside her sister. "I was thinking. We need to have a big ending, like us both doing cartwheels!"

"Can you even do a cartwheel?" asked Jeanette.

Brittany stood up and put her hands over her head. She placed both hands on the ground and kicked her legs in the air.

She looks like a donkey trying to buck something off it's back, Jeanette thought.

"I know. Not perfect. But you can coach me, right?" Brittany asked.

Jeanette stood and brushed of the back of her shorts. "Okay. This is how you do it."

Okay! So that's chapter three! If I made any spelling mistakes I'm sorry about that. Anyway, I'll update tomorrow and PLEASE review!