Chapters (42)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Part 1: March
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Part 2: April
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Part 3: July
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Epilogue
- Also Available by Laurie Petrou
- Author Biography
By the time I get home, it has gained momentum. First, there are comments on my channel.
FREAK
WHORE
SLUT
SHE’LL SUCK YOU OFF ANYWHERE YOU WANT
WHO WOULD WANT THAT LMAO
They keep adding up, quicker than I can refresh. A pile-up. Tears hot on my face, I look at video after video that I have made, carefully, lovingly, and read what’s under them. A sickening panic is rising in my gut. Paige? Lottie? I picture them together, laughing at me. No, I know Lottie would never. But …
I take down the video about Pete, even though the hateful comments on there are directed mostly at me. I leave the other videos up for now. Maybe it will blow over.
My phone is shaking in my hand. I check Instagram. I have been tagged a bunch of times by accounts I’ve never even seen before. There is a still image from one of my early videos: my eyes half open, my mouth open, braces on full display. It’s a meme. It says ERMAHGERD! MOVIESH! Under it. And another: ERMAHGERD! I LOVE COCK! There are so many tags under them, things that make no sense, with my URL, too: #LOSER #WHORE #NERD #BITCH #TROLL #SCHOOL #STEVIE #SJW #LONER #KILLYOURSELF, more. I try to trace back who the unknown accounts belong to, who follows them. Deeper and deeper. I see that Breanne Davis is following a couple of them, and Aidan, and then Paige by extension, then Lottie, in six degrees of separation. I look back at my channel. There are more and more comments. I can’t keep up.
In every app we all use, they find a way in.
What did I do? What do I do?
“Stevie?” I hear my mom call. “Stevie, hon, we’re going out, okay?”
“Bye, Stevie!” Reg yells from the hall.
The door closes with a click.
My phone pings. It’s a group text I’ve just been added to. I don’t recognize the number or any of the fifteen people on it. I scroll up and read through the thread.
you know Stevie
who
this loser
There is that old pic of me again.
LMAO yea i know her
i am in one of her classes. She reeks
There are a bunch of shit and barf emojis.
like what
dead tuna
LMAO LMAO
omg
dying
slut
Fish emoji. Skull emoji.
shit is she on this thread
oops
i thought i smelled something
lmao whore