“Fuck you more. Your phone has bluetooth enabled, by the way.”
“What the fuck does that matter?”
Cam smiled. “There’s a known vulnerability with the bluetooth handshake protocol on new iPhone models. When someone tries to Airdrop a PDF file, the phone automatically loads a preview of the file. Which means any code that I’ve hidden inside the file gets launched by your phone, even before you accept the Airdrop. Isn’t that fun?”
Jerry looked at his phone, then quickly began typing.
“Don’t bother putting it in airplane mode,” Cam warned. “I’ve had full access to it since you walked through the door fifteenminutes ago. Everything you’ve done on your phone is now mine. All emails, app traffic, browser history…”
Cam, you beautiful little hacker.
“I don’t believe you!” Jerry said.
“Really? Even if I mentioned… horse porn?”
Jerry’s eyes went wide.
“Ring a bell?” Cam asked.
“Horse porn?” Jace asked.
“Trust me: you don’t want to know,” Cam whispered. “Right, Jerry?”
“It… it… it was an accident,” Jerry stammered. “Someone put it on my phone as a prank. This doesn’t mean anything.”
“Are you sure about that?” Cam asked, voice dripping with acid. “I have everything you’ve looked at for the past three months. And your email history. Not just that Yahoo account you made, but your real ones. I haven’t even started looking yet, but it’s downloading a copy to my private server. Wow, these emails go back nine years. I bet there’s some embarrassing stuff in here. It looks like you were sending fan emails to Harry Styles back then?”
I could see the look in Jerry’s eyes. He was terrified.
“Like I said: I’m the nuclear bomb,” Cam said, closing his laptop. “Who knows what I might find between now and tomorrow morning?”
“What do you want?” Jerry asked.
“Seems pretty obvious to me,” Jace jumped back in. “Forget everything you think you know about Professor Carrington here.”
Jerry glanced at me, then said, “Okay.”
“If we so much as hear a rumor about her, Cam here will find all the most embarrassing things from your phone history and plaster them all over campus. He’s the guy who texted the school about Joshua Davenport.”
Jerry’s eyes widened. “That was you?”
“I’m a vigilante,” Cam said. “Some people are comparing me to Batman.”
“Nobody’s comparing you to Batman,” Jace said.
“Sure they are!”
“Boys…” I said.
“Right. Our demands.” Jace smiled at Jerry. “And here’s the best part. You still get the carrot, too. Free drinks here at Frankie’s until you graduate. Doesn’t that sound like an amazing deal?”
“I… I…” Jerry glanced at me.
“Apologize,” I found myself saying.
“What?”
“And I want you to apologize,” I insisted. “Right now.”
