Blackout Quotes

“And her dad’s a drunk,” Lewis added. “Like, slobbering, fall-down, filthy drunk.” “Just like you,” Aubrey yelled, knowing they couldn’t hear her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes but fought them off. “So what?” Thomas said. “Like I said, she’s hot. Didn’t you see her tonight?” Scott shook his head. “Nicole must have bought the dress. I think she buys all of Aubrey’s clothes now.” That wasn’t true, but Aubrey hated the real answer even more. She didn’t want to think about it. Nate smiled wryly. “Aubrey may be poor, but she makes up for it in other ways.” The group burst into laughter, and Aubrey ran forward, right in front of Nate. “I do not!” she screamed. “That’s a lie, you pig!” Maybe it was stupid and risky, but at that moment she didn’t care: she jumped at Nate, both hands slamming into his chest. Partly from being unprepared and partly because of the alcohol, he tumbled off the low wall and into a patch of flowers. The open bottle lay on his shirt, spilling its contents onto his chest. The other boys howled in delight as he struggled to get up, and Aubrey took a pleased step back. Aubrey’s invisibility wasn’t like the movies. She still didn’t understand how any of it worked—or how she’d ended up being able to do it—but from practicing over and over with Nicole, she knew it wasn’t as plain as just disappearing. Instead, people simply didn’t notice her. She could yell, or slap, or punch, and no one would detect it. They’d feel the punch—like Nate had—but they wouldn’t recognize it for what it was. They’d think they’d slipped,”
― Robison Wells, Blackout