AN: This chapter isn't nearly as good as the first one, and it's mighty short. I lost my groove for this because I waited until after I finished TFS to finish it. Oh well. It's okay I guess. It was fun to write nonetheless. :) Oh, and in case you couldn't tell, they're supposed to be a little older in this. At LEAST in middle school. Enjoy?

When the bell rang Alvin waited for Brittany, since they were going to the same class there was no need to rush.

She seemed to be taking her sweet time gathering her things and making her way towards the door. It was almost as if she was doing it on purpose.

"Hurry up, Brittany!" Alvin said, sounding aggravated.

The girl stuck her nose up and walked right past him. He sighed and walked on to class.

Gym was awesome. Alvin tried everything he possibly could to get on Brittany's last nerve. Nothing seemed to be working, however, because Eleanor, who also shared that class with them, kept getting in the way.

"Alvin?" She said, crossing her arms, finally getting fed up with 'protecting' her elder sister from Alvin. "How would you like to make a little bet?"

This caught the boy's attention. "A bet? Since when do you make bets? Don't you hate bets?"

"I do. But I'm tired of trying to keep you from bothering Brittany. Since I'm her voice today, this is my job."

Alvin smirked. He could never turn down a bet. "And what would this bet be?"

"I'll race you around the gym. If I win you leave Brittany alone for the rest of the school day. If you win I'll stop trying to keep you from bothering her." The little blonde girl said, confidence strong in her voice.

"Deal." Alvin grinned. "You can never beat Speedy Seville!" Neither of them saw Brittany flailing her arms around and mouthing the word 'No'. Now she knew what she made her sisters feel like when her bets with Alvin involved them.

Alvin should have known better than to underestimate the chubby little Chipette. Somehow she beat him with ease. Now he was forced to sit, forever shamed, in the boys locker room. Not only had he been beaten by a girl, he had to stop trying to get Brittany to talk!

Alvin's next class went by fairly quickly. He didn't share it with his brothers or any of the Chipettes, so he slept the entire time. He was moping. He really wanted to get his girlfriend to talk, it had been his goal and the reason he looked forward to this day every year. If only he didn't have such a weakness for bets.

When 8th period rolled around Alvin was happy the day was almost over. He was still moping, however. He sat down beside his shorter sibling upon arriving to the only class they shared.

"Hi, Alvin!" Theodore said cheerily. The younger boy frowned when he noticed his brother's demeanor. "What's wrong?"

"Your girlfriend ruined my life!" Alvin said dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air.

Theodore raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" He said, his mouth full of whatever snack food he had somehow managed to sneak into class.

"I'm not allowed to try and get Brittany to talk anymore!" The red-clad chipmunk mumbled before putting his head down on his desk. Theodore, having no idea what his brother was even talking about, just turned to face the board.

Their history teacher talked about how some government people were able to do..something thanks to a loophole. Alvin didn't really know what the teacher was talking about, he wasn't paying attention.

But the lesson did give him an idea. Eleanor said he had to leave Brittany alone for the rest of the school day, but the cheerleaders had to be quiet until they left the campus. The few minutes after the last class of the day weren't really part of the school day.

'I'm a genius.' Alvin smirked to himself, looking rather evil to those around him. He rubbed his hands together while thinking up a scheme that would surely make Brittany talk.

The snooty little Chipette was at her locker again, looking relieved that the day was almost over. She was smiling now. The day had been so much easier after Ellie had gotten Alvin to stop annoying her.

The girl was about to shut her locker door when someone shut it for her. She looked to see Alvin Seville, looking smug as ever. 'Speak of the devil.' She thought.

"I see you lasted the whole school day." He said darkly. Brittany nodded in response, a triumphant smile plastered onto her face. "Well, this was a fair game." The red capped chipmunk continued, slurping the ice cold soda in his hand. She nodded again. "Too bad it's not over!" With that he poured his drink all over her shirt.

Brittany gasped before letting out a penetrating scream. "AAALLLVIIIINNN!"

Well that was dreadful. I feel horrible submitting this after the first chapter was so good. I've failed you all. :(
Writing 'soda' was the weirdest thing I've ever done in my life. Not once have a called them 'soda' or 'pop', or whatever northerners call them. Down here in Georgia everything is Coke. It could be because Coca-Cola was invented here, but whatever.
Oh and I forgot about lunch. Forgive me, I haven't gone to lunch since my principal decided it would be nice to make us sit with our class.
Hope the story isn't TOO suckish. Thanks for reading!