"I clapped and squealed along with the rest of the girls whenever the subject came up and didn’t care how puerile it looked." Wow, really? First you stereotype them all to hell, then you call them puerile for being excited? What the fuck is wrong with being excited?
"Sometimes it was easier not to argue with Xavier when his objective was taking care of me." No, seriously guy, I'm heading towards critical mass over here. I might scream. Or cry. Or explode. Or all of the above.