Rachel stood in front of Chelsea, wide-eyed and silent as she continued.
"At first, I didn't want to go, ya know?" Chelsea smiled as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "But as Justin spoke to me—as he told me how much he wanted to take me to the prom, it was like…like something went off inside of me and I think, for the first time, I really noticed him." Chelsea shook off the dreamy look on her face and freed her finger from the grip her long auburn hair had on it. "Try not to look too happy for me," she said, noticing the vacant expression on Rachel's face.
She snapped out of it. "Sorry. Sorry, I just wasn't expecting you to…It threw me, is all," Rachel said.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" There was a hint of worry in Chelsea's voice.
"Me? No, not at all." She forced a smile. "I'm happy for you, Chels."
"Thanks. I'm glad," Chelsea said through a yawn.
"It's late. I should go—let you get to bed."
"Alright. Get home safely," Chelsea said, opening up the door for her friend.
"See ya," Rachel said before disappearing into the night.
With a heavy sigh, Chelsea closed the door. She gently pressed her back against it as she lifted her head up to the ceiling. She thought about the prom—about dancing away the whole night with Justin and the tears began to fall.
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"This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have come here," said Scott. He asked Raven to the prom but she didn't respond.
The silence said it all. That's what Raven was hoping for because she knew that if she answered with words, it'd be a long night. She would have ripped into him for having the nerve to ask such a thing.
'Of course I won't go to the prom with you. Not even if my life depended on…' Raven's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a vision…
Scott held Raven tightly in his arms as their bodies swayed slowly to the music. She opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of Chelsea standing there, watching in the crowd, looking upset. After Scott place a kiss on her forehead, Chelsea began to walk over to them…
A smiled began to spread across Raven's face and she tried to figure out her vision. ' Chelsea looked upset. Because I was dancing with Scott? Maybe. Scott was kissing me. She looked like was about to do something about it. There's still hope for us'
As Raven snapped out of it, she realized that Scott was already making is way down the driveway.
"Wait," she called out. With her bare feet slapping the warm concrete, Raven ran after the boy. She grabbed him by the arm and he swung around.
"Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to Chelsea and I'm sorry I bothered you. You won't here from me again," Scott said, sounding quite sad. He didn't look directly at Raven as he spoke.
"But you didn't even let me answer. I just came out here to tell you that I'll go. I want to go to the prom with you, Scott," said Raven. It wasn't exactly a lie, but she knew that it was for all the wrong reasons.
"Seriously?" Scott asked. The happiness in his voice was evident.
"Seriously," she replied with a smile.