"Wait, wait wait." Roxas needed to figure out if he heard this right. "Vexen is a teacher? At MY school?" Whyyyy, his life.
Roxas poked at the skeleton hanging in the room. Eww, it wasn't plastic. "Is he stalking us or something? There is no reason for him to exist anywhere near where I am."
His classes didn't sound too bad. At least he had three with Axel. That probably made it more tolerable. "Why am I in such a girly class as creative writing?" Still, seeing some of what he wrote might help him understand himself better. Maybe.
It was.... weird, to have Axel say weird stuff like that. Gloating over having a ... yeah. How about a friend? He could mentally translate that to having a best friend who was a senior. Because back then Axel had a car (moped, whatever) and could take him places.
"You should though. You're probably really smart, and aren't the dealines at the end of December or something?"