AN: I've sort of planned out the first four chapters and I hope you like them. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Stanley and Zero…

The end of the day school bell rang. Stanley trudged his way out of his Science class. Their first school day and they already got a detention. Stanley couldn't help but think that Principal Warwick knew about them being ex juvenile delinquents. He wasn't exactly a juvenile delinquent; he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

So far, Stanley had had a bad day. His math teacher kept picking on him just because he forgot a pencil. His English teacher, Ms. Patrell had a very bad habit of spitting when she talked. Since Stanley ended up late for English, he had to sit in the desk right in front of her making him an unfortunate target. Even though the curse that ran in his family was gone, he was still quite unlucky. He had told himself over and over that it was just first day bad luck.

"Hey, Zero!" Stanley called. Hector was standing just outside of the cafeteria reading a book. He didn't look up and kept on reading. Stanley called him again. Still didn't answer. Finally, Stanley caught up to him and closed Hector's book mid-sentence.

"What'd you do that for?!" Hector exclaimed.

"If you didn't notice, I was calling you. We have to get to detention, man."

"Oh, I think I'll pass on that." Stanley stared at him. Hector had just said it so calmly. Like it was someone offering him a cookie and he didn't feel like eating it. "Now can I have my book back please?" Zero snagged the book out of Stanley's hand and started walking towards the school doors. Stanley followed after him.

"Zero, you know Mr. Warwick will give us more detention if we skip today." Hector stopped and turned around with a big grin on his face. He couldn't help but smile at the worry in Stanley's voice. Wow, camp green lake must've gotten to him, Hector thought.

"Alright, alright," Hector said, exasperated. "What do you do in this thing called detention anyways? Is it a club or something?" Stanley laughed. He now understood why Hector was so calm with saying he didn't want to go. He thought it was just some fun little club when what he didn't know was that it was punishment. I guess with the circumstances Hector has been through, detention is just like a vacation for him.

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Stanley and Hector walked to room 95 at the end of a dark hall. Hector was perfectly at ease. His face was smooth with no sign of worries. On the other hand, Stanley's face was distorted, his lips in a frown and his forehead creased. Stanley promised Clyde Livingston (aka sweet feet) that he was going to watch his paper view baseball game. Now he had to miss it because of being late on the stupid first day of school. He started to think about just going along with Hector not knowing what detention really is and skipping. But it was too late. Hector had opened the door.

Inside it was like a normal classroom. It had around 30 desks in five neat rows. The thing that was different was that it was dark and there was an overhead projector projecting what seemed like a whole bunch of secret codes. Around ten students were sitting in the desks quietly. Stanley looked around and was surprised that Derrick wasn't there. The teacher noticed them standing idly at the door and gesture to a few seat in the back. Hector and Stanley obeyed and sat in the desks.

As Hector sat down he saw that the secret codes on the overhead projector were actually math equations. Hector took out a lined piece of paper and carefully studied the questions. He finished it in barely 3 minutes. He looked at Stanley and whispered, "Is detention a math club?"

Stanley, trying to figure out the equations cross eyed shook his head and whispered back, "Nope. This is punishment for what we did this morning. Torture isn't it?" Hector's brows furrowed, puzzled.

"Um, no not really. I'm finished." Hector slid his sheet of paper towards Stanley. Stanley looked carefully and saw that he was finished. His lips stretched in to a wide grin and he started copying down Hector's answers.

"Zero, you are one awesome best bud!" he quietly exclaimed.

"I know I am."

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It took Stanley just about over 10 minutes to write down all the answers. He had studied them too asking Hector how he got the answers. He thought he might as well get some math practice. The next 20 minutes of their detention Stanley slept, drooling on his desk while Hector was thinking.

He was thinking about how he'd changed a lot after Camp Green Lake. He used to be really quiet and wouldn't answer anyone's questions. That's where he got his nickname from; Zero. He had noticed that he excels in math. For first block he had math and he actually answered a few questions that other people couldn't. He was used to Stanley calling him Zero but that's because Stanley's his best friend. He would never let anybody else underestimate him and call him that name. He had the same goal as Stanley; to start anew.

Detention was just about to end. Hector was trying to wake up Stanley but he wouldn't budge. So he then decided to take drastic measures. Hector took Stanley by the head and hit his face to the table. It wasn't as hard as he could've done but hard enough to wake Stanley up. Stanley moaned in agony as he opened his eyes. Hector stared at him impatiently.

"Is it over?" Stanley asked, wiping the left over drool off his face.

"Yeah, detention ended five minutes ago." As Stanley stood up and gathered his things Principal Warwick entered.

"Ah, well if it isn't the new kids who are irresponsible enough to be late for classes," he said in an annoying tone. Hector ignored Mr. Warwick, trying not to get angry. He was tired and just wanted to go home. Hector shoved his way past the principal. The principal grabbed him lightly by the shoulder and gave him a deathly stare, "I don't want to see you and your friend making excuses again? Do you understand?" he said sternly.

Stanley decided to relieve the tense atmosphere and answer the question for Hector. "Of course, Mr. Warwick. We won't do it again," Stanley said as politely as he could. He then quickly pushed Hector out of the class, at the same time smiling at the Principal. He knew how Hector got mad and he didn't want anything bad happening. Right now Hector's anger was just slightly under boiling point.

"Zero, not today," Stanley said as he pushed Hector to the school doors, "You can get pissed off at Principal Warwick some other time…when I'm not here."

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