Broadcast My Murder: The Whistleblower's Revenge

She just commented Queen! on your selfie, but right now, she is laughing at how desperate you look.

To the entire campus, Kinsley is a saint. She built her empire on women supporting women, preaching kindness while stabbing her best friends in the back.

She thinks I'm just her broke, invisible roommate. A prop in her perfectly curated life.

She has no idea Im the Campus Whistleblower.

And she definitely doesn't know that the lens hidden on my collar is already rolling.

It's showtime.

Chapter 1

I tap record and adjust the hidden lens on my collar. The door bangs against the wall.

Kinsley storms in and her hand connects with my face.

Smack.

My head snaps to the side. A sharp, stinging heat spreads across my cheekbone.

"Reese, tell me this Birkin is a fake."

She doesn't wait for an answer. Her chest is heaving, face twisted in rage. "Do you have any idea how humiliated I was today? I was literally bonding with Caleb's girlfriendthe little skankand she had the audacity to say my bag looked 'off.' She told me I got scammed and should get it authenticated."

I cup my throbbing cheek, making sure to re-center the camera lens on my chest. "Kinsley, I never said that bag was real."

That sends her over the edge.

She grabs the bag, upends it, and dumps my belongings onto the desk. Lipstick, pens, and tampons clatter everywhere. Then she throws the fake Birkin onto the floor and stomps on it with her heels.

Thud. Thud.

"You should have told me it was a knockoff! You set me up to look like an idiot, didn't you?" She grinds her heel into the leather. "Reese, you are such a manipulative psycho. How did you even get into grad school?"

She kicks the bag toward me. "Sharing a dorm with you is my personal hell. Girls like you are actually disgusting."

I bend down. My fingers brush the scuffed leather as I retrieve the bag, now stamped with dusty footprints. "Kinsley. Real or fake, that doesn't matter. I never said you could borrow it."

I look her dead in the eye.

"You raided my closet. You stole it."

Kinsley rolls her eyes so hard I think they might get stuck. "If I knew it was a cheap knockoff, I wouldn't have even touched it."

She cocks a hip, looking me up and down with sneering pity. "You are so vain. If you can't afford the real thing, don't buy it. Walking around with a fake is just cringe."

She grabs a towel from her rack. "I'm going to shower. Give me your card, mine's out of credits. There's a mixer tonight and I need to be perfect. Im not losing to those randoms and their girlfriends."

I don't argue. I just slide the laundry card from my wallet and hand it over.

The bathroom door clicks shut. The water starts running.

I pick up my phone. The livestream chat is moving so fast it's a blur.

[User992]: Wait is this for real? Kinsley? The campus 'Girls' Girl'?

[Sarah_XO]: I thought her whole brand was protecting women?

[CalebGF_fan]: I'm the girl she was 'bonding' with today! She told me I was gorgeous like a hundred times. I can't believe she called me a skank behind my back.

[TeaSpill]: Is her whole persona a lie? She's got major internalized misogyny. Total red flag.

A cold smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. I hit send on the pinned comment I drafted hours ago.

[Campus_Whistleblower]: Hey everyone. I'm Reese, Kinsley's roommate.

[Campus_Whistleblower]: Starting today, I'm exposing the real Kinsley. The one behind the 'Girls' Girl' mask.

[Campus_Whistleblower]: Keep notifications on. I could go live at any second.

[Campus_Whistleblower]: WARNING: Until the show is over, act like nothing happened. Do not discuss this outside this chat. If Kinsley finds out, I pull the plug immediately.

[Campus_Whistleblower]: And I will target YOU as the next subject of my exposure stream.

Human nature is predictable. Everyone loves the drama. And no one wants to be the next victim.

The chat instantly floods with promises of silence.

Chapter 2

Thirty minutes later, Kinsley emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.

She flicks my card at me. It bounces off my chest and clatters to the floor. "Used the last of it. Guess you're not showering tonight. Not that it mattersyou always smell kind of funky anyway."

She covers her mouth, letting out a cruel, tinkling laugh before turning to ravage her closet. "Ugh, I've worn all my designer stuff already! The 'Royals' are going to be at the mixer tonight. I cannot be seen in something recycled."

She tosses a fast-fashion blouse onto the floor. "And these no-brand rags? Trash. They scream 'financial aid'."

She pauses, one hand on a hanger, and slowly turns to look at me. "Reese. Didn't your mom get you that Dior dress for your birthday last month?"

Her eyes narrow, calculating. "That one it's real, right?"

I nod.

Suddenly, she's my best friend. She bounds over, draping an arm around my shoulders, squeezing just a little too tight. "Reese, babe! Let me borrow it. Please? I promise I won't wreck it. Consider it payback for making me look stupid earlier."

I reach into the back of my wardrobe and pull out the garment bag.

Kinsleys eyes practically glow. She reaches for it, fingers twitching with greed.

Just before she grabs it, I lift my arm high, dangling the prize out of reach. "Kinsley. You can wear the dress. But only if I can come with you tonight."

She freezes. Her smile falters. "Why?"

"School's been intense. I need to blow off some steam."

She looks me up and down, her gaze scraping over me like sandpaper. "Fine. Whatever. Just keep your mouth shut. Do not embarrass me."

I know exactly what she means.

Our grad dorms are doubles. At first, Kinsley kept the mask on 24/7. But you can't fake it forever when you live in a shoebox with someone. Eventually, the cracks showed. Then the mask shattered completely.

I was the only one who knew about her Jekyll and Hyde routine.

Until now.

I tap the hidden camera on my collar. Now, everyone knows.

I nod meekly, playing the part of the obedient doormat.

Kinsley snatches the dress and starts her transformation. I check the stream while shes distracted.

[PartyBoy_Kyle]: I'm going to that mixer. I swear to god, if I see her, I'm throwing hands.

[Campus_Whistleblower]: HOLD IT. If you ruin the show, you're banned.

[NinjaTurtle_88]: Anyone who can't control themselves, STAY HOME. I'll go. I have the patience of a saint.

[SadGrl_Summer]: I'm actually grieving rn. It's like finding out your favorite celebrity is a serial killer.

Kinsley works fast. Thirty minutes later, she's flawless. The perfect "clean girl" aesthetic. Soft curls, glowing skin, looking like she just stepped out of a Pinterest board.

She stops at the door and frowns at my bare face. "Reese, let me do your makeup. You look so plain. It makes me look like I'm trying too hard standing next to you."

I agree.

She sits me down and starts her "masterpiece."

"Reese, you're looking a little ghostly. Let's warm you up."

She pumps a glob of muddy orange foundation onto her hand. It's at least four shades too dark. She smears it over my skin. I watch myself transform into an Oompa Loompa in the mirror, suppressing a laugh.

"And for the eyes let's go with that trendy 'fox eye' look."

She grabs a palette and assaults my eyelids with a chaotic clash of colors. "Perfect! Oh my god, stunning! And a bold red lip to finish!"

She steps back, admiring her sabotage. "You look like a movie star."

"Really? You think so?"

I stand up and walk to the full-length mirror, angling my body so the camera captures the full disaster for the audience.

The chat explodes.

[MUA_Jess]: With Kinsley's taste? No way she thinks that looks good. That is a hate crime.

[VibeCheck_Failed]: She does her own makeup flawlessly. She made Reese look like a clown on purpose.

[ToxicTea]: I knew she was mean, but this is straight-up villain behavior.

[Wifey_Material]: She called me 'wifey' in a comment once. I feel sick.

Kinsley steps up behind me, beaming at my reflection. Her smile is so wide it looks painful. "Reese, I've never seen you look this good. I bet all the guys are going to be asking for your number tonight."

Chapter 3

10:00 PM. Club X.

The music is pounding. Kinsley bursts into the VIP booth, instantly cranking her volume to eleven. "Lulu, wifey! It's been forever! Look at you, glowing up again!"

She spins toward the corner sofa. "Caleb! New girl? Nice."

She leans in, practically purring. "She is gorgeous. Like, actually edible. Can I steal her? You know I'm weak for a pretty face."

She flips her hair, scanning the room. "I am so here for the girls tonight. Men? Don't even breathe in my direction."

Her voice dominates the room. But nobody is cheering. Nobody is laughing. Every single pair of eyes is glued to me.

Silence stretches. Thick. Heavy.

They're not impressed. They're pitying me.

Kinsley finally notices the vibe. "Oh! Right! I brought a plus one! Another total baddie."

She grabs my arm. "This is Reese. My roomie."

She drags me directly under the harsh, unflattering downlight. The shadows on my face must be horrendous. "Single guys, feel free to slide into her DMs. But don't ask for mineI'm strictly for the girls tonight!"

She steps back into the soft, ambient lighting, tossing her hair, posing like she's on a magazine cover. The contrast is brutal. Me, the muddy-faced clown in the spotlight. Her, the ethereal goddess in the shadows.

I play my part perfectly. I hunch my shoulders, shifting my weight, looking like I want to dissolve into the floor.

Kinsley lets the humiliation simmer for a few seconds before swooping in to "save" me. "Wait nobody wants her number?"

She pouts, looking around with mock outrage. "Wow. You guys are trash. Seriously? Zero class. Way to crush a girl's self-esteem."

She wraps an arm around me, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Reese, babe, come sit by me. Let's ignore these losers."

We sit. The second her butt hits the cushion, I cease to exist. Her eyes are already scanning the room, hunting for clout, locking onto her next target.

I pull out my phone under the table.

[Ex_Simp]: How was I this blind? She's not a girls' girl, she's a Pick-Me with a PR team.

[MatchaLatte]: Is she wearing 'Eau de Desperation'? Because the scent is strong.

[Regret_101]: Someone exposed her on the confessions page last month and I defended her for three days straight. I feel like a clown.

[BdayGirl]: I wished to be like her for my birthday. Can I return that wish?

[Realist]: Prayers for the girl above. Hope that wish bounces.

I'm about to lock my screen when a DM slides in.

[User88291]: Reese. Bathroom. Now.

My blood runs cold