"Where. Is. Drew?" I said — and this time, the smirk was on my face.
For some mysterious reason, Xavier's lips curled into a smile. Maybe it meant something deeper or maybe it was just because he wanted to keep his poker face on — even when he was not the one with a gun right now.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked him, but he shook his head — almost cutely, before extending his hand toward me.
"Give it to me."
"Oh yeah, sure. I was just going to give it—are you STUPID?" I shouted at him and he laughed.
"Stop laughing!" I said in a serious tone.
"Are you so profound in shooting that you can aim with your left hand already?"
