"This is your fault."
"Says the guy who isn't talking to me."
The two of them were sitting at their adjacent desks in the classroom where the bell had rung to let them out of study hall fifteen minutes ago. Naturally, they were still sitting there, having incurred a detention for their constant talking in last period.
"Both of you, quiet," the blue-haired man at the front of the room snapped, "or it's fifteen more minutes."
"I can't spend fifteen more damn minutes with you," Axel muttered.
"That's such a lie."
"You two, I said knock it off."
"Yes sir."
"And I don't need your insolence, Devereux."
The room went silent for at least the thousandth time. But only a few seconds had elapsed before Roxas glanced to his left and saw Axel staring at him, one eyebrow raised and the side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk. He put his head down on the desk and closed his eyes.
Finally the two of them heard the teacher say, "Dismissed."
Roxas ran on his way out.
A/N: So the reason Axel's last name is Devereux is because of the other story I'm writing, "Don't Cry for Me When It's Over." If you haven't read it yet, do it for me... Please? Anyway, thanks for your support :D