The rest of the day looked pretty promising to Cordelia. Simon had remained relatively quite, except for a few outbursts of making fun of some of the teachers. With her invisible friend beside her constantly, Cordelia had paid surprisingly more attention in class than she ever had. And, for some odd reason, that made her worry.
It wasn't until she reached science class, that Cordelia finally encountered trouble. Trouble, by the ironic name of Harmony.
The teacher had assigned a lab paper for them, and Cordelia realized, much to her chagrin, that Harmony was still her lab partner.
"So," Cordelia said, trying to be friendly, "shall we get this started?"
"Do me a favor, Cordelia," the blonde snapped. "Just shut up, and do your part of the assignment, okay?"
"Rowr," meowed Simon, batting her clawed hand at Harmony. "I'm guessin' the girl with the stick up her butt is your ex-best friend? Nice choice, kiddo. With friends like this, who needs...wait, your friends like this actually turned into your enemies. The old cliché just doesn't apply here, does it? Dang it. And I so liked sayin' it."
"You know, Harmony," Cordelia started, ignoring Simon, "I always knew you were pretty petty at most things, but I never thought you were so pathetic that who I dated somehow would have an affect on our friendship."
"Good point," nodded Simon.
"Friendship?" Harmony laughed, not bothering to even look at Cordelia. "We never had a friendship. What we had was a business deal."
"Excuse you?" Cordelia raised a brow.
"Get with it," the blonde rolled her eyes. "Like I would ever bother being a friend to you. We were the two most popular girls at school, therefore, we, like, had to stick together. That's how things work, ya know? I thought you knew that. Too bad you're so dumb, huh?"
"I never thought I would ever say this to you," said Cordelia, calmly, "but you, Harmony, are a bitch."
"Yes!" Simon cheered. "Now, that's my Cordy!"
Harmony fumed. "Just shut up," she spat out each word like a sentence, "and do your part. Okay?"
"Fine, whatever," Cordelia waved her hand.
For a few minutes, the three were silent, except for the scratching sound the two tangible girls made with their pens.
The gracious silence was, unfortunately, ended when Harmony said, in a low, even voice, "Do you know what me and the rest of the girls are gonna do?"
"...No," Cordelia warily answered, her instincts screaming that something was wrong.
"Oh, we have a big thing planned for you," a malicious smile spread on Harmony's pretty face. "First, we plan on getting you kicked off of the cheerleading squad."
Cordelia nearly choked. She had worked so hard to get onto that squad! They couldn't just take it away from her, could they?
"Keep calm, " said Simon.
"I can live with that," Cordelia said, feigning confidence. "I don't need that dumb, old squad." 'That I shed blood, sweat, and tears to get on,' she mentally added.
"Then," continued Harmony, perversely happy, "we're gonna raid your cheerleading locker, since you won't be needing it anymore."
Cordelia clenched her fists.
"We're gonna take all your stupid, tacky stuff, and burn it," Harmony further explained.
Cordelia's knuckles turned white, and she thought her perfectly manicured nails had just bit into her flesh.
"Except, of course," whispered Harmony, in a malevolent voice, "for that precious little picture of Xander that you have in there. That we're gonna keep for prosperity."
"You little skank," Cordelia snapped, in a hushed voice. "You went through my locker!"
"Oh, yeah, so I already have," Harmony said, faking innocence. "We were supposed to warn you before we did any of that. Must've slipped my mind. Oops."
"Your slipping mind is the least of your worries," Cordelia growled. "You should be worrying about that slipped disk I'm gonna give you after school."
"Whoa, down, girl," Simon gently interrupted.
"Touch me, Cordelia Chase," Harmony threatened, "and you'll be in traction for the rest of the year."
"Listen to her, kiddo," Simon suggested. "You in traction, bad. You walking under your own power, good."
Cordelia glared at Harmony for a few tense filled moments, then turned away in disgust. The blonde smiled triumphantly, and went back to work.
"Don't fret, kiddo," Simon said, a grin suddenly spreading on her face. "I know what to do with Goldilocks here." The evil grin still on her face, Simon stepped next to Harmony, and said, "Time to take her down a few pegs."
Raising her hand, Simon swung it down, and smacked Harmony's books. Again, to Cordelia's surprise, the ethereal once more became solid, and Simon's hand flung the books half way across the room.
"What the-?" Harmony jumped.
"And wait," Simon lifted a finger. "That's not all!"
Taking that same pointed finger, Simon aimed it at the class sink. The long, steal spout began to jiggle and shake. Suddenly, it snapped off, and a stream of water gushed out in a wide arch, and landed right on Harmony's shocked face.
"Oh, my God!" Harmony screeched. "My silk blouse. It's ruined," she pointed wildly at Cordelia, who was beginning to laugh along with the rest of the class. "You," The drenched popularity queen accused, "you did this. I know you did!"
"How?" asked Simon, chuckling.
"How?" Cordelia repeated, gasping for breath in between chortles.
"I-I don't know," Harmony admitted. "But I know you did it, and I'm gonna prove it."
"Sure, she is," Simon smiled.
"Sure, you are," Cordelia grinned.
"You should have seen it," Buffy said to Giles, as she sat on a table in the library. "I mean, the water just swooped up, and landed right on her. We're talkin' serious Hellmouth happening."
"It was kinda weird," Willow volunteered.
"That's putting it mildly," Buffy muttered. "And then, she wigs, and blames Cordy for the whole thing. Now, while I admit she's not always a pleasure, unless she's been takin' lessons from Amy, Cordy's no witch."
"Yes, well, it does sound a bit out of the ordinary," The Watcher said, tapping his coffee mug, "Doesn't it? Did you, uh, see anything odd, besides the water?"
"Her books flew across the room," Willow said. "There was nobody there to hit them."
"I wonder if Marci's back," Buffy pondered.
"I doubt it," Giles shook his head. "She'd be after Cordelia, not Harmony."
"Yeah, I guess," Buffy shrugged her shoulders.
"Hey, G-Man," Xander, with Cordelia in tow, walked in, "Buff, Will, what's up?"
"What's, um, "up" is that we are trying to figure out what occurred to Harmony today," said Giles. "And don't call me G-Man."
Xander grinned, sat down on a chair, and proceeded to his usual after school hobby: Staring at Buffy.
"You were next to her, Cordy," Buffy pointed out. "What did you see?"
"W-well, I..." Cordelia's voice trailed. She hated lying, but what else could she do? Tell them her imaginary playmate of long ago had recently popped up, and started creating havoc wherever she went? "I don't know. It all happened so fast," she said, finally.
She then shrugged, apologetically, and sat down next to Xander. When Cordelia noticed he didn't even acknowledge her presence, she daringly placed her hand on his. He didn't even glance at her.
`Hey! A little attention, please. Creep,' she scowled, and took back her hand.
"Hmm," Giles placed his mug on the table, and rubbed his chin with the side of his index finger. "It doesn't seem that this creature is malevolent. More of a trickster. It plays juvenile tricks."
"Hey," Simon abruptly popped up, and Cordelia nearly jumped. "Dang straight I ain't malevolent. And juvenile! Well, I...well, then again...dang, I think he's got me there."
"Well, if that's all it is, it doesn't sound so bad to me," said Buffy. "I can take it."