You noticed how one pupil kept looking at you in class, but there was something familiar about the pupil. He wasn't human like everyone else in his class besides his brothers and the chipettes, it made you very flustered why he would choose you in particular. He kept giving you quick glances and kept looking back at his assignment as he tried to pretend like he wasn't looking at you, trying to play some sort of game. You could hear him muttering out of his mouth from his little chipmunk sized desk, stuff that you couldn't deny as your cheeks grew a soft pink. A few students laughed at you softly at you blushing out of nowhere, they didn't notice that it was by Alvin.

"I really gotta get their number." He muttered softly to his brother Simon who was sitting next to him, eyes on paper not wanting to be annoyed. "I also gotta figure out their name." He muttered softly again, this time a little louder, clearly not aware of the volume.

Alvin was about to turn around to ask you your name and possibly number, that was before Simon grabbed onto his hood of his sweatshirt without looking up from writing something down, then looking over with clear annoyance on his face "What is it this time?" He asked impatiently, trying not to make a big scene out of it and draw attention.

"Did you see the hot person behind me?" Alvin whispered softly into Simon's ear, which made him groan in aggravation. "Can't you just focus on the more important stuff?" Simon remarked, jotting down some more notes.

"I-I can't focus.... I'm serious. Pleeease, Simon!" Alvin pleaded in a harsh whisper, his hands clasped together, hoping Simon would understand. "You can't focus on anything important, regardless." Simon replied causing Alvin to stop talking, his face now turning more to annoyance as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

He abruptly started to write down some love notes on a piece of paper with his interest for you along with his number. He then threw it underneath his desk as it landed right at your feet.