Chapter 7: Revelation
“Barrett,” Even as I said his name, my aunt rolled her eyes.
“This has to do with that douche bag?” she asked over the lip of her beer, feline eyes narrowed. She was not a fan of Barrett, considering the ridiculous amount of time she had spent listening to me obsess over his opaque affections, I couldn’t blame her.
“Not the man for you, incapable of true affection, love deficient,” had all been phrases she had used when cussing me out about Barrett.
When I nodded, she made a long, sharp sound through her teeth.
“He’s f****d,” she added, and then asked if I wanted to order a pizza.
“No, I don’t want pizza,” I said sharply. “Why did you say that?”
“Because I’m hungry, and when was the last time you ate?”
“Not about the food, about Barrett. Aunt, why did you say
