"Did that guy hurt you?" Allen asks gently when I'm finally calm enough to talk.
"No." I lie. He won't get it when I say that he hurt me by pawing my chest and trying to rip my clothes apart. Boys don't understand that kind of stuff.
"Good. Let's get out of here. You need some food and sugar inside you to get back to your usual self. You're so pale."
"Where is he?"
"We tied him up and locked him away in one of the bathroom stalls. We'll call the cops once we manage milk information out of him."
"I doubt he knows anything that we don't already know."
"There's only one way to be sure. He's so cocky and arrogant and generally, he's a great pain in the ass."
"I'm not sure if the cops should be involved with this, Allen."
"Why not?"
"They'll start doing investigations and stuff. If t
