Page 66 of Justice II

“Is that her?”

The girl leaned over, then looked up at Ms. Lisbon.

“Oh my God.”

“What is going on?” Ms. Lisbon asked.

Nobody answered her immediately. The boy looked like he wanted to laugh but wasn’t sure if he should. His friend made the decision for him, laughing so loud that everybody turned around.

“Yo, check your phone.”

“Enough,” Ms. Lisbon snapped. “I asked you to put them away.”

The girl beside me pulled hers out of her bag. I kept looking at the board until she touched my arm.

“Storie.”

“What?”

“Look at this.”

I leaned toward her phone.

There was Ms. Lisbon face down, ass up, on the fake OnlyFans profile I had created for her. Underneath it were pictures that had no business being passed around a classroom.

I opened my mouth a little.

“Is that really her?” I whispered.

“That’s what everybody’s saying.”

Everybody was wrong, but I wasn’t about to correct them.

I had used her pictures to create AI-generated nude images. Then I started an OnlyFans profile in her name. Before class, I had sent the link and pictures to as many people at school as possible. Of course I covered my tracks.

And now everyone was ogling her nudes. Even if they were determined to be fake, she would never live this down. Bitch shouldn’t have been plotting on my man.

The laptop I used was still hidden in my locker at school. I had convinced Tron to buy it for me before everything went to shit with him. Justice didn’t know I had it, and it had never been in the house. Tron had gotten me a phone too that I sometimes brought home when I knew Justice wasn’t going to be going through my things.

“You all need to turn those phones off.”

“Ayo Ms. Lisbon, we know teaching don’t pay that much but you ain’t gotta do this,” one of my classmates laughed.

“What?”

“You got an OnlyFans.”

Ms. Lisbon stopped moving.

She looked down at the phone in her hand, then pressed the screen. I watched her read whatever someone had finally sent her.

“Oh my God.”

This time, she said it.

She lowered the phone before lifting it again. Her fingers moved across the screen, and she brought it closer to her face.

“Those aren’t my pictures.”