Xavier scowled as he adjusted his black jacket as his hands nimbly adjusted each button into itâ€™s rightful hole.  He wasnâ€™t happy that his white shirt was torn and tattered and he was only partial on being taken care of by Niko. The damn geek had called him out last night, he never meant to knock anyone into anyone, Javier always had it coming to him anyways. â€œDamn,â€ his boots made a slight thudding upon the sidewalk as the High School came into view. Looking up his white hair falling across blue silver eyes he sighed. â€œYay, classesâ€¦â€