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Chapter 1

Sydney Being Sydney Walker had never been easy. Not when I was little. Not now, as you’re reading this. At first, I was just that antisocial, nerdy girl who never put up her hand in class even when she knew an answer, who never looked anyone in the eye in the hallway, the girl who ran home the second the last bell rang. Basically, it was just me. No one ever knew I existed at all. Well, maybe a few people did—when they needed me to switch seats in class, or when the principal needed my attention to “discuss” another late school f*e payment. I was invisible to the entire school. But then I clocked fourteen, and puberty grabbed the steering wheel of my life. It happened one random summer. I just woke up and suddenly I needed bigger clothes, bigger underwear, bigger everything. At school, the walls became too small for me. Every cloth I wore felt like I was exposed—too tight, too transparent. My skin felt heavier than it used to, like I was carrying something I hadn’t signed u

Chapter 2

Sydney “Okay, rule number one,” Maeve said over the noise in the cafeteria. “Don’t challenge Tyler Sinclair in algebra.” I tried my best not to look around. "Why? He was wrong.” Maeve picked up a food tray and stopped in front of me. "I'm not blind, Sydney. And no one else in that class was. We all saw it.” I just blinked. “You should have waited for Mrs. Holloway to correct him." She added. An uproar broke out from one corner of the room, and my eyes moved before I could stop them. My gaze landed on Tyler. He was with his basketball teammates, jerseys on, waiting for practice after lunch. And he was staring. That smirk was back. "And the fact that he's friends with your sister doesn't give you that liberty. You know that, right?” ‘But I was only trying to prove a point.’ I almost said. Instead, I turned to the mini burger and a few sprinkles of fries on my tray as I followed Maeve towards a table. “What happens when he’s challenged?” I asked quietly. Maeve sa

Chapter 3

Tyler “Sydney Walker,” I’d repeated all day in my head. And the moment Brooklyn yelled my name, running toward me on the basketball court, and I found out that that curvy genius she hadn’t stopped blabbing about all week was her sister— Everything shifted. I swear I’m not a bully. I’ve never had to be one. I mean, even though my mom is one of the pillars of the school, I’ve had to keep my perfect grades, be the best I can be out on the court, and still juggle my social life. I never really have time to keep track of the girls who smile at me or thin their voices just to speak to me in the hallway. But when Sydney arrived, something changed. Honestly, I never planned to get under her skin this way, or throw random jokes when the guys were around. But there’s just something about Sydney Walker that seems to pull me each time I see her. From the way her gaze drops whenever she passed by a group of people, to the way she always flinches before I even finish a joke. Sensa

Chapter 4

Sydney Two days after I had ketchup stuck to my butt, the gossip grew louder. No one whispered anymore or tried to hide their mouth when they spoke, or cared if I was right there. “I still can’t believe she’s Brooklyn Prescott’s sister.” “Yeah, talk about differences. Are you sure they’re actually related? They need to ask their mom some questions. “ “No wonder Brooklyn’s the cheer squad captain. She’s way better. Prettier.” “Too bad she’s not dating Tyler. They’d have been a perfect match.” “You mean yet.” “Hey, fuck off!” Maeve yelled, even though swear words weren’t allowed on school grounds. And me? I just slung my backpack tighter over my shoulder, head low, walking to my locker, hoping to get through the day without running into Tyler. “Sydney, don’t listen to them.” Maeve said as I punched my locker code and opened it. “So what? I wear earplugs to school now?” Maeve relaxed on one foot. “I don’t like your tone.” I turned to her, catching that look

Chapter 5

Tyler I didn’t even want to come in the first place. Michael’s parties were always predictable—crowded house, expensive liquor stolen from his parent’s wine cellar, music loud enough to make you go deaf. Same faces, same people in silly costumes, thirsty for some recognition. The only reason I showed up dressed as some tattooed rockstar was because if I didn’t, people would notice. And Micheal would be disappointed because there was a possibility half of the attendees bailing at the last minute. The moment I stepped into the noise, it swallowed me whole. Someone clapped me on the back, and Micheal shoved a red cup into my hand. “Sinclair! You made it!” he drawled, already half drunk. “Cool costume, by the way.” Then he burped and just staggered away. I looked into the cup, and the strong stench of alcohol hit me. “Nope.” I shoved it into someone else’s hand. I was never one to take alcohol. And I wasn’t sure I’d ever like that shit. Then my eyes moved—faster than

Chapter 6

SydneyThe moment the lights came back on, everyone turned. And I just stood there, wine dripping from my hair down to my feet with the shattered pieces of the oversized goblet resting at my feet.I couldn’t move nor breathe properly. How could I when every eye was on me, staring at how the wine had darkened the orange sweater, soaking it and making it cling to every part of my skin I was already so aware of.The room was quiet—save for the low music still playing from the speakers, though no one was paying attention.They just stood there, their eyes tracing every layer of skin I’d tried so hard to hide for years.Then I heard it—a low chuckle at first.“Shit,” someone whispered. A door clicked shut from somewhere.And before I could stop myself, my eyes strayed to the reason my pulse quickened. The one person I didn’t have time to wish a sprained ankle for.Tyler.He stood across the room—right in the path everyone had cleared when I backed away.He wasn’t ogling like the others we

Chapter 7

Tyler Once again, my mouth had moved faster than my brain. Because somehow I couldn’t resist saying something about Sydney Walker. “I guess the outfit was thirsty after all.” Really, Tyler? Really? I’d beaten myself up after I realized the words had rolled off my tongue. In my defense, Brooklyn had started it. She’d planted the idea in my head, and somehow I’d grabbed it, twisted it, and threw it out there without thinking. I guess some part of me had expected something else. Because, I mean, if Sydney Walker was bold enough to walk into a crowd dressed like the most stunning piece of art I’d ever seen, she would have taken a joke. But it’d gone the other way. Her cheeks had turned beet red. And not the way it did when I bumped into her. She hugged herself like she was trying to disappear, her chest rising too fast, her back hitting the door. And before I could completely register that I’d screwed up again, she ran. She always ran. And as much as it used to am

Chapter 8

Sydney If I were being honest with myself, I knew I wouldn’t have made it across the road before the car made a flat bread out of me. And honestly? Maybe I needed it. Maybe a week or more in the hospital would help erase the party from my brain. “Don’t let their words get to you, Syd. They’re all asslicking idiots.” Meave had said, holding my hand as we waited for her driver on the lawn. But their words got to me. They always did. And the minute I got back to my room, I yanked off the alcohol soaked sweater and shoved it somewhere I didn’t want to remember. I took a shower, then I curled into bed and tried to force myself to sleep. But I only ended up crying even more. I woke up the next morning feeling like an elephant was sitting on my eyes, and I wouldn’t have forced them open if the party hadn’t flashed in my mind. “The outfit was thirsty after all.” His voice echoed in my head. I wanted to scream. Their laughter had stuck with me as I sat in the backseat of Maeve

Chapter 9

Sydney “There’s this spa my aunt used to own downtown. It’s cozy and they serve anything you want.” “That sounds like a hotel to me.” “No, it’s not.” Maeve glanced at me, her fingers tight around the steering wheel as we merged onto the highway. She only drove when it was convenient or when the place wasn’t too far. Yet somehow she’d picked me up about an hour ago, and we were still on the road. “Think of it as a safe place,” she said brightly. “A place away from everyone who’s ever made you feel less of yourself.” So you mean run away from reality for one day? Yeah, I’ve tried that a thousand times and it never works. But I didn’t say it out loud. Instead, and smiled. “I do need to relax a bit after yesterday.” I felt Maeve’s energy shift for a second. “Yeah, of course. And after that, we could get matching makeovers!” she nearly squealed. I nearly groaned. “Seriously, Maeve?” She shrugged. “Yeah. We didn’t resume senior year the way we should have. So I figured this was

Chapter 10

Tyler I knew the moment I set foot into Anna Prescott’s house my day was going to start off more “eventful” than I expected. I didn’t even want to come out in the first place. I’d woken up feeling like I’d taken a basketball straight to the face, and my stomach ached from all the soda I’d downed the night before. But somehow, I found myself leaning against the counter, coffee and toast in front of me while Micheal and Brooklyn talked about the party. And when Sydney finally walked down the stairs, the earth stopped moving. I couldn’t lie that my eyes had been flicking to the stairs every few seconds, waiting for her to show up. Just to know how she was doing after the party. Her eyes landed on mine, and her cheeks went red instantly. She tugged at the sweater clinging to her curves, her messy hair framing her face in a way that made her look like she’d just rolled out of bed and somehow still beat everyone else in the room. And instead of running back up the stairs, she’d

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