All Chapters of Too Big to Fit.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sydney I swear, my breath left me. ‘Tyler drives?’ was the first thing that came to mind. Probably to distract myself from the girl who’d just stepped out of the car like she belonged to a different world. “Oh my God, that’s Tyler!” someone screamed from somewhere, and I’m pretty sure she fainted after. What? “That’s Sadie,” Maeve scoffed beside me. “What are they now? Dating?” ‘Dating.’ The word echoed in my head, loud and heavy, my eyes refusing to move from them. Something stuttered in my chest. Tyler…was with another girl. ‘What? You thought he’d be with you? Be real, Sydney.’ My chest ached as I watched Sadie pull out her phone, already filming. Perfect. The kind of girl people didn’t question. The kind that fits. And I just knew I couldn’t compete. That was Sadie McGuire, daughter of Will McGuire, who owned the largest refinery in the country. She was quiet, rich, untouchable. The kind Maeve called silent wealth. Of course Tyler had gone for som

SydneyI could have bet on Maeve’s second drink that the party might actually go well the moment Brooklyn grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the banner for pictures.And yeah, I still wasn’t sure where I was when I walked into the party.Mom’s house was packed. People were everywhere. Staring.Looking at me like I was some strange thing that had walked into their space by mistake.Heat crawled up my spine where I stood, my stomach doing that thing it did when it felt like eyes were about to peel me open.Then there were the whispers, and I swear I almost bailed.But Brooklyn bounced right in front of me. “Sydney, you came!” she said, holding my hand like it was something we did everyday.She was dazzling—stunning in a way that was unmatched, her makeup even prettier up close.Perfect.I just nodded, not knowing what to expect. Maeve stayed right behind me like an angel, or bodyguard. Or both. Probably hoping for some scene where she could rip someone’s dress into shreds.“You l

Sydney The party ended not long after the boys sped off—engines loud, laughter louder, as they headed to some court on the outskirts of the city. Leaving the house exactly how you’d expect every party to end. Messy. Looked like a crime scene if you looked quickly. Cups were everywhere, glitter scattered across the living room floors, like some pixie had thrown up. A few kids were even passed out in the corner like decorations no one asked for. Luckily, Brooklyn had planned ahead. She’d called cleaning service. Even people to deal with kids too drunk to stand on their own, let alone find the door. Because there was no way Mom was coming back from her trip to meet a bunch of teenagers snoring around in her house. As for me? I woke up the next morning with my head pounding. Which made no sense because I’d had only one cup of punch. Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was Dean. Or maybe it was my overthinking brain that refused to shut up, replaying Tyler’s face ove

SydneyBy the time the car came to a stop in front of the coffee shop, I’d successfully convinced myself that the only reason I’d agreed to tutor Dean on a Saturday was because I had nowhere else to go.Which, technically, was true. Because Maeve had left that morning—six hours away for some family thing.Again.Leaving me with my thoughts, and apparently, my bad decisions—Dean.“Do you know he was sweating the entire time we were talking?”I snickered, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. “I didn’t notice.” “Of course you didn’t,” Maeve huffed through the phone. “I had to tell him to stop shaking like every ten seconds. I swear I thought he was going to pass out.” I pushed the car door open and stepped out.“What did you even say to him?” I asked, my eyes catching the coffee shop.“Everything.” She said dramatically. “I mean, it was awkward. Painfully awkward. But also…kind of cute?”I paused mid-step.“Cute?”“From a certain angle.” She said quickly. “I mean, if you squint or maybe lo

TylerI slammed my locker harder than I intended, but the sound barely registered over everything else—the banging lockers, the loud laughter, and water splashing somewhere in the locker room like someone had left the showers running too long.I wasn’t surprised about the buzz the pictures from Brooklyn’s party had created. I’d been tagged aggressively against my own wish.And my effort to make it tone down a bit—replying to that one comment—only made it worse.Because now they knew I saw all their comments, so the comments just kept coming.And at school…it was worse.I mean, worse in a good kind of way.The party had been great, I’ll admit. Better than Tracy’s, which always felt like some weird competition.If you know what I mean.“Dude, I heard coach tell the principal that someone might get benched before Friday.” Micheal laughed as he and Dean joined me and Aaron.The way he always completely ignored the whole Brooklyn-Tyler comparison thing people kept pushing…honestly needed