Disclaimer: I don't own the characters herein. They are owned by Disney. Hail to the Rat God who casts aside its loyal, and profitable endeavors.

Amelia made sure her make-up was perfect before she headed to school that Friday morning. She knew that Ron wouldn't notice, or care for that matter, but she knew that others would see and she wanted to send a message. She wanted to make sure that everyone knew that Ron mattered to her. He was her pink sloth and that was that.

She let her car glide into the senior parking lot and placed it in between the lines that marked her domain. From the outside she was sure that others were looking at her as her high heeled foot hit the ground and she got out of the car to accentuate her long legs. She had practiced this for hours when she first started driving. Movies and music videos made it look so easy, but it did take a lot of practice to not make yourself look like a fool.

She decided to enter from the front of the school instead of her standard side entrance, that was where Ron would be. The other cheerleaders didn't matter to her, in truth they never did. At least they didn't matter to her as cheerleaders, there were some that were good people that she liked to have around, but having them around as cheerleaders wasn't important. The smile on her face grew as she saw a familiar blond head at the table.

Approaching the table she noticed that Ron's Chocolate Cloud Cake was still prominently displayed. She slid up to the table and blew a kiss to Ron. "How much for the cake? I liked the preview of it yesterday."

This is when Bonnie Rockwaller stepped between her and her soul mate. "Sorry, you can't buy it," she said with a smirk.

"What did you say Bonnie?" she asked with acid in her voice.

Tara quickly piped up, "We decided to hold a raffle for the cake. Everyone wants it, so we thought it was the only fair way." The blond headed blue eyed girl gave a tentative smile. "If we didn't I would have already bought it and blown my diet," she whispered to Amelia in a blush.

"Ah, I guess that would be the case. How much are tickets?"

Ron spoke up, "One dollar a ticket. We've already sold fifty."

Amelia grinned at him. "I guess other people are seeing how good my Ronniekins is. I better buy enough to win the cake." She came close to Ron, molding her body to his, her mouth at his ear. "Give me fifty tickets, my pink sloth."

"F-fifty tickets, are you sure?"

The rest of the cheer squad turned in shock and amazement. With just one item, Ron had doubled what they expected to bring in from the bake sale. Tara jumped to the roll of tickets and pulled a long stream of tickets and started to count them before Amelia came to her senses and decided on fewer.

"Ron, of course I am sure. I had a preview of the taste of it yesterday, though the batter did taste better off of you. I want that cake. We can have it at lunch today, or we can have it on our date tonight." Amelia emphasized the last part so people passing by would make sure that they heard that she was going out with Ron.

Tara handed Amelia her tickets and took two twenties and a ten in exchange. Tara deftly split the money into its denominations and slid it into the cash box. "The drawing will be held before lunch, and you can pick it up on your way to lunch. Thank you so much."

Amelia smiled at the blond, "Thank you, Tara. I need to head to my locker. See you in the halls, Ron." She winked and blew a kiss at Ron, who promptly blushed, and walked past him, hips swaying.

Author's notice: I apologize for one, the delay in this chapter, and two, for the brevity of it. The muse left me and I have been fighting to keep from starting other stories until I finish some that I already have.