The Tales of Cannet (or the stupidest account of this story you will ever read)

We're Not Friends But We're All Each Other Have

"Daffy, you're a mean-spirited, self-absorbed, disturbed little weirdo. But for whatever reason, you're my best friend."

— Bugs Bunny to Daffy Duck

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It was during breakfast that morning when Carlton approached Brian, who was angrily snacking on an orange. Brian had only one thing on his mind: revenge against the world. But this made him look horribly angsty and suspicious to the others, who didn't know what he had been through the previous day.

"Hey, phucker!" Carlton sat down next to Brian. "Can I...sit with a 'buddy' today?"

"Piss off." Brian gave the boy the finger.

"That's no way to greet a friend!"

"I said, piss off!"

"Why? You know something I don't?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I know your secret, Brian..." Carlton whispered to the boy. "You're not a clever phucker anymore!"

As Brian looked at him, he asked, "What are you talking about?". Carlton was about to respond, but then the announcements came on.

"BRIAN FOSTER, PLEASE REPORT TO THE DETENTION ROOM. BRIAN FOSTER, PLEASE REPORT TO DETENTION."

"Well," Brian smirked, picking up his tray. "I guess this'll just have to wait for later. Smell you later, Carl." He dreaded being sent to detention, but it was a relief not having to talk to Carlton.

Damn it... Carlton was utterly pissed. I was this close to getting that phucker'...this doesn't mean he's free yet. Well, Santana said he was going to have a meet up with the two...he can help me get them, I'm sure.

For now...

Count your days, Foster.

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Brian slumped down in his usual detention chair. He stared at the teacher, who was reading a Playboy magazine to pass the time. I mean...can you really blame the guy for getting bored? The only other kid there looked panicked; it seemed they had skipped something; probably class. He glanced over at the reflection in the detention glass. 'My name is Lucas and I'm sorry for skipping,' and it ended there. Poor Luke looked pretty shaken up. Brian felt like Britney Spears at the beginning of Baby One More Time, chewing on his pencil and counting down the minutes until he was out. He didn't care about writing the detention reflection just yet. He wouldn't do it until Becker came into the detention room to speak with the detention students.

Which, unluckily for Brian, Becker came in right then. "Alright, you two know the drill. Why were you brought in here?"

"Skipping class," Brian answered nonchalantly. He had more pressing things to tell Becker.

"And why haven't you done your reflection?"

"Because," Brian looked at Becker. "I've been thinking about something. I know something that no one else knows."

"Do your reflection, kid!"

"No, it's really significant, Mr. Becker!" Brian feigned obedience for the moment. "It will help you in the end."