All Chapters of Too Big to Fit.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SydneyIt took approximately an hour for me to get ready and Maeve to drag my ass into her car.And within seconds, I was in the passenger seat listening to her scream along to some corny rap blasting through the speakers while she beat one hand against the steering wheel in what I was sure was at least three kinds of illegal.And honestly, it was kind of funny at first.Her accent slipped out every other sentence, she missed half the lyrics, and somehow she still sang like she’d written the song herself.God, I wished I had her energy.Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the Parks’ driveway.Now, I’ve been to Maeve’s house enough times that the giant glass walls don’t make me question whether Mr Park really loved the aqua life or if he respectfully wished he could be part of it.But every single time I came here, something new caught my attention. And this time…It was the family tree.A literal tree standing in the corner of the living room, every branch holding framed pictures of

SydneyMonday morning came so fast it felt like some silent mockery.And somehow I went from laughing through Maeve cursing out and blocking half the people from class…to silencing my Monday morning alarm.Yay.I rolled out of bed that day, the excitement from our three-day “staycation” suddenly replaced by that familiar anxiety that came with remembering I still had to finish senior year at Lakeview High.Knowing there was an entire group chat talking about me without even knowing my name.“That’s the point.” Maeve had said the previous afternoon as she archived the chat. “Half the assholes in that school wish they were in your position.”I’d blinked. “Really?” “Please,” she rolled her eyes. “If someone like Brooklyn could get mad seeing Tyler’s handprints all over you, you think those other lame-ass girls aren’t jealous?”I’d actually stopped to think about it. Even though girls being jealous of me sounded like one of the most ridiculous things I’d ever heard.“Sydney,” Maeve had c

SydneyBy the end of class, I’d concluded that the frozen look Tyler had worn at the announcement was either his own way of reacting to the news, or he was just really good at hiding whatever had gone through his mind in that moment.And knowing Tyler, the second option seemed far more likely.But that wasn’t the most annoying thing that happened that stupid Monday.Because Lakeview High was never beating the hellhole allegations…Oh, and I confirmed that Tyler Sinclair was probably drunk when he said those things to me in that bathroom.Let me explain.The first half of classes felt like I’d strolled through hell barefoot.Because…try sitting in a class with about twenty other students after finding out earlier that one of them had broken into your locker and stuffed something potentially awful in there.Then somebody else had apparently broken into it again, just to save you.I didn’t even know the school lockers were that easy to hack.The entire thought made me exhale tiredly and

SydneyThe bell for the second half of class rang while I was seeing how long I could keep a giant covalent structure going before I ran out of space on the page.And turns out…it takes a surprisingly long time.Which was great, by the way. Because the alternative was thinking about the table full of jocks across from me in the cafeteria.The way Brooklyn had looked away just when I thought she’d say something different. That stupid smile on Tracy’s face. The way the others had just gone quiet when she talked, like some silent approval no one wanted to admit out loud.Then she’d flipped her hair when she said she wasn’t sure I had a virus.That part stung. I won’t lie.Because what the hell did she mean by that?I swallowed, shutting out the snorts that came after. And then there was Tyler.Gone frozen again right after telling Tracy to stop.Like why couldn’t he just say something when it actually mattered?Or had he actually been drunk, but my heart didn’t want to accept it?God!

Tyler “You’re just going to talk to her. Explain everything. Tell her the truth. Just…don’t be an asshole, Tyler.” That was me. Thirty-six minutes past two that Monday morning, standing in front of my bathroom mirror after those stupid pills finally wore off. Because honestly, that was the only thing that kept me sane those four days between Monday. Believe me, I didn’t plan to go completely mute on Sydney. But what exactly was I supposed to do when the entire school was still talking shit about the party and I’d done absolutely nothing to stop it? I’d just watched everything happen. Ignored it like a complete coward. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to text her. But sending a text in the middle of all that noise felt…wrong. I wanted to see her. Talk to her. Explain the parts she couldn’t see. Tell her what I desperately wanted Sydney Walker to know. ‘Should have gone to her house, Tyler,’ my mind whispered mercilessly. ‘Mom wasn’t home for almost the entire week.’