Eduardo y Ravena
By Jeune Ecrivain
Summary: Just when Eddie is realizing new feelings for Raven, she gets another psychic cold.
Rating: PG
Part 2
"AH-CHOO!" Raven clutched a tissue to her nose, wriggled it almost like a small rabbit, and then sniffled.
"You know, Rae, maybe you should've stayed home today," suggested her friend Chelsea Daniels.
Raven blew her nose. "Yeah, Cheals, but I have that algebra test today, and the teacher said no make-ups!"
Chelsea looked at her with a look of concern on her face. "Oh, c'mon, Rae. Teachers who say that are just trying to keep the people who aren't really sick from skipping. Besides, you'll probably end up getting a bad grade just because you weren't completely awake."
"I'm awake."
"Rae, I caught you about an hour ago leaning on your locker catching some much-needed z's."
"And now I have those z's, so I'm fine," Raven quipped.
Raven blew her nose again, and as she did so, she heard a female voice say Man, Baxter looks even worse than usual today. Raven turned to find Alana walking past her. "Oh, way to kick a girl when she's down, Alana!" she shouted back.
Alana looked back at her not with the expected look of spite but with a surprised and confused expression. She then walked off, her posse following loyally behind her.
Raven looked at Chelsea and noticed that her face was mirroring Alana's. "Rae," began Chelsea. "Is that cold making you grumpy? 'Cause Alana didn't say a word to you."
"She did too, the nasty!" Raven said darkly. "She said I looked even worse than usual!"
Now Chelsea was really perplexed. "Okay, either I'm going deaf or you're hearing things, 'cause from where I'm standing, Alana didn't even open her mouth."
"Chelsea, what are you…" Raven stopped in mid sentence, her mental gears turning. "Oh, snap!"
"What?" asked Chelsea.
"I don't think this is just another cold!"
"Oh!" realized Chelsea. "You mean, it's another one of those…" She snapped her fingers, the word eluding her.
"Psychic colds, Chels?" Raven suggested knowingly.
"Yeah. That's it. You have a psychic cold," Chelsea diagnosed.
Raven shook her head in defeated annoyance. "Oh, snap. I might as well go home. I can't take a test with people's thoughts comin' at me from all over the place."
"Finally, you get some sense into that congested head of yours!" remarked Chelsea.
Raven turned resignedly towards the clinic to call her mother, but a vision stopped her in mid-step. In her inner psychic eye, she saw Tonya grinning triumphantly at Victor, who sighed, pulled out his wallet, and handed his wife some cash with a roll of his eyes.
Raven shook it off, caught a tissue just in time as her nose pulled a Vesuvius, and muttered to herself as she wiped her nose and continued on her way, "That's about the most useless vision I've ever had."