Megan tilted her chin at the three boys standing there like statues. "You know what to say later, right?"
The two guys nodded like bobbleheads. "Got it, got it. We'll say Manuel tried to attack you, tripped himself and got stabbed by accident."
"Miss Shaw, we really didn't mean to hurt you."
Megan replied softly while typing something on her phone.
A moment later, the bleached-blond punk's phone chimed—he'd gotten a message.
Megan walked over to the two boys and shot a glance at the one with glasses. "Four-Eyes, stay at least five meters away from me."
The guy freaked and scrambled ten meters away, hiding behind a big tree and peeking out nervously, like he was worried blood might start flying.
Walking up to the two boys, Megan nodded toward them. "Lucky for you, it'
