Chapter 2

I couldn't let it go. Jessica was a risk, not just to herself, but to others.

The next day, I sent an anonymous tip to Ben, our Resident Advisor. I told him Jessica was actively avoiding the mandatory health screening.

Ben was usually a neutral guy, just there to enforce housing policies.

A few hours later, he knocked on our door.

"Jessica," Ben said, looking uncomfortable. "I got a notification. You need to schedule a make-up health screening with University Health Services. It' s mandatory."

Jessica' s face went pale. Then, it flushed bright red.

"This is bullshit!" she screamed. "Who snitched on me?"

She looked right at me. I kept my expression neutral.

Suddenly, she spun around, ran to our second-floor balcony, and climbed over the railing.

"Jessica, no!" Ben yelled.

She landed in the manicured bushes below, stumbled, then sprinted away, disappearing around the corner of the building. Ben just stood there, shocked.

But I had anticipated her recklessness.

Before tipping off Ben, I' d called my friend David from the photography club. I asked him to be near our dorm, just in case.

He was.

David got clear photos of Jessica' s dramatic escape, her undignified landing in the bushes.

That evening, I posted them anonymously on "CampusConfess," the university' s notorious gossip app. The caption was simple: "Someone really doesn't want to go to Health Services."

It went viral almost instantly.

Comments flooded in.

"That's Jessica from Sigma Kappa, isn't it?"

"Heard she hooks up with a new guy every week."

"My boyfriend was at her party last weekend... omg."

The post exposed her reputation for promiscuity. It caused drama in other students' relationships. Jessica became the campus pariah overnight.

Later that night, my phone buzzed. An anonymous message on CampusConfess.

"You' ll regret this, bitch."

Another followed. And another. All from the same anonymous account, all filled with hate. I knew it was her.