Xavier sat there listening to Adam who seemed like the stereotypical prep until he opened his mouth...well less stereotypical anyway, mom and dad always wanted their kids to be like them in most ways. Hence why his own father had pushed him so hard, and led to the injury and to his scars. He instinctively touched both of the worse ones, one on his chest and the one on his arm. The other two were older than the boy, well the girl with the tank seemed older but looked young, and their counselor, he said probably the worst thing to say to a bunch of crazy and delinquent people.
Xavier shook his head, wow he wanted to laugh, or at least chuckle as it was a little funny. But he knew the one girl was volatile, Jin she said her name was as she talked about her problems, the redhead came back in, and the kid close by told them he was gay and that his parents wanted to "fix" him. He shook his head, staying in his seat, he looks at the others
"I'm Xavier, I'm 23 and I've been..." he takes a deep breath and starts again "I've been abusing narcotics...perks to be more specific, for about eight years now, and I've been clean for just about four days now." He says leaning forward, his one hand going from his chest to his knee as he rubs it. It wasn't feeling all that great.