With glum faces, Rachel, Eddie and Piper carried their very unappealing lunches to a vacant table at the back of the cafeteria. It was Monday afternoon and Rachel had informed them, a few hours earlier, of the bad situation.
"How can this happen?" Eddie asked. "Chelsea's not supposed to go with Justin. This is all wrong."
"I don't even know what to do now," Rachel confessed. "I'm all out of ideas." She half-heartedly opened up a cup of expired chocolate pudding before putting it down and pushing her whole tray away. "We have to do something."
"I know," Piper said. "But how are we going to get them together at prom now? Raven will never sit at the same table as Justin. We need to figure out a way to…" Piper stopped. She saw Raven approaching and knew the conversation had to end.
"Ok, which one of you guys did it?" Raven asked as she walked up to the table, clutching a slightly crumpled piece of paper.
"What are you talking about? Did what?" asked Eddie, confused.
She smoothed out the paper on the table and held it out for them to see.
Rachel read aloud:
"Valedictorian for the Class of 2006 Nominees:
It wasn't me, if that's what you're getting at."
Raven looked at Eddie and Piper and they both shook their heads. "Well then who was it?" Raven sat down. "Why would someone want me to be the valedictorian? I never even really thought much about running."
"It doesn't seem so bad," Piper said. "It's going to look great on your college application, not to mention how awesome it must be to have all those people vote for you."
Raven blushed and speedily perked up "Well, I am rather amazing, if I do say so myself."
Rachel Eddie and Piper looked at each other. This wasn't a side of Raven they saw too much of anymore. They liked it.
"Why so happy?" Rachel asked.
"I can't help it," Raven replied. She tried to hold back a smile, but it shone through despite her efforts.
"What happened," Rachel asked, scooting closer to her to hear.
"I had a vision, if you must know. A good one," she said slyly.
"Tell us," Eddie demanded, unable to take the suspense.
"Nah, it's nothing," Raven lied.
"Well, it's obviously not nothing. Something good's about to happen," Pipers said.
"Better than good. Amazing! And that's all you're getting out of me," Raven told them. "Come on. If you're sick of gross cafeteria food, follow me to the Chill Grill. My treat."
"Your dad owns it. It's always your treat," Rachel informed her.
"Well today is special."
They all abandoned they unpleasant lunches and followed Raven out of the cafeteria. Just as the door closed behind them, Chelsea arrived, ready to buy her lunch and sit at the usual table in the back.
Raven's heart nearly stopped when she saw her walking toward them so unexpectedly.
"Oh hey, Chels," Rachel greeted her. "We were just on our way over to the Chill Grill. Did you wanna…"
"No!" Chelsea quickly interrupted her. "I mean no thank you. I'll just eat lunch here."
"Alone?" Piper asked.
"Chelsea, it's ok if you come," Raven assured her. She was hoping with all her heart she'd say 'yes'.
"I'm good with eating in the caf," Chelsea said, avoiding her gaze.
"You know what, Rea. I'll stay back. I'm kind of tired anyways. Eddie and Chelsea can go along," Rachel said. This was a routine. They couldn't all hang out together in one group now, so they always split up. They were all sick of it, but still kept it up. It was better than not seeing either of them at all.
"It's cool. I get it," Raven said, upset that Chelsea wasn't coming. 'Maybe this whole prom thing isn't going to work out, after all,' she thought as she walked away with Eddie and Piper. 'She's going to hate me forever.' Her heart plummeted.
A/N: I've received a few corrections so far about how valedictorians aren't voted for, and thanks for them, but I'm only going by the system they use where I'm from. I can't speak for everywhere since I've barely been out of Ontario, but here, to become a valedictorian, you have to be nominated first, then give a speech on why you should be picked. And then there's a vote the same day (we don't have, G.P.A's either. Even people who's marks aren't that great can run). It's like a regular high school election. Sorry for the confusion.