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Chris' POV: "What do you want, Xavier?" I asked in an impatient tone. Xavier raised his eyebrows. "No need to get annoyed in the beginning. This conversation is just getting started." Xavier said as he took out a blade. I scoffed. Of course he wanted to fight right now. Xavier's like some bloodthirsty maniac. He's always trying to find a way to injure somebody. Also, he's always the kind of person to say 'conversation' when he means 'fighting'. That's just typical Xavier. I took out my own blade that I kept well hidden under my jacket. "Looks like you're prepared." Xavier said with an amused expression. "When am I not?" I asked. Xavier narrowed his eyes. "You weren't prepared when I-" Xavier started saying, but cut himself off when I sent him a death glare.