EUPHORIA meets VALLEY OF THE DOLLS. Gutter-punk, Xannie addict Gia spirals after her musician boyfriend abandons her for rock stardom in Los Angeles. But when a video of his fatal overdose goes viral, details from the media’s tragic accident narrative don’t add up. Gia’s suspicions drive her to LA to seek vengeance on the clique of internet-famous party piranhas who are now exploiting his death. But once Gia arrives, a terrifying question emerges: Is this in-crowd planning the same fate for her?
During the fluorescent hours of a Saturday morning, Pixie and I perched on the filthiest corner of the Portland bus station, trying to look doe-eyed enough for someone to buy us a breakfast sandwich.
Hungover and shivering, her from an unclear kind of withdrawal and me from a seething, sharpened needle rage, we slurped coffee left by a man sprinting for the 10:15. I’d plugged my phone into a stray outlet and jammed the power button over and over, glaring into its spider-webbed screen.
“Jesus, Gia.” Pixie wrapped herself in a pink, pilled blanket from Goodwill. “Will you stop doing that? My brain is going to explode.”
The dusty concrete numbed my ass; the searing overhead lights tightened the ache in my head. A metallic handbag sized for a toddler sat opened in front of us, a few coins like jewels at the bottom. The air smelled like piss and pork sausage.
“Shut up,” I said through gritted teeth. “I just need to… check something.”
My unanswered calls had become unanswered texts which had dissolved into prickly static, and that’s when I’d found the photos. The sticky glitter gloss. The biting lips. The tossed hair. And I knew the plane ticket he’d sworn was coming wasn’t.
Ryder was cheating on me, and I needed to stalk Her.