LOGIN“You don’t always have to say something, you know that, right?” I said, my voice sounding strange in my ears. “You need to stop talking down on people just to massage your stupid ego!” ***** The worst thing about suddenly changing schools is the part where you think it's your chance to begin from the top—take life by the reins and navigate it in the direction you've always wanted. That was what Sydney Walker thought when her boyfriend, Chase Monroe, released private pictures of her right before he left the town. Then a week after, her father is found dead in the cold rain. She was forced to go live in a whole new city with her family which she barely knew, giving her hope that she could start afresh. But news flash: she's still the same plus size, introverted nerd even in her perfect sister's kind of clothes. And Tyler Sinclair—Lakeview’s golden boy, never called it a day if he didn't remind her that she was three times her sister's size, up to their senior year. But the more he punches her in the guts, the more circumstances around her push her to fight back. But when? And how would she finally square up to the one boy that toxic part of her secretly wants to see every day? And what about Tyler? Are his insults just mere “tease” or is there something going on in his family that no one else knows about?
View MoreSydneyMy heart sank the moment I caught his eyes, my breath catching halfway, like I might choke.“Hi, fatty.” He said, with that familiar grin on his face. And it shouldn’t have affected me. But it did.Because this wasn’t Dean across the hallway with his teammates, laughing loudly from a distance at something Tyler had said.This wasn’t the lab, with goggles and lab coats, and something to hide behind.This was Dean right beside me—close enough that I could smell the gum in his breath. That if I shifted even a little, my arm resting against the counter would brush his.My finger tightened around my cup as I pushed the strand of hair from my face, my eyes darting around the kitchen.People were watching.Not all of them.But enough to make my skin prickle like I’d been dragged onto a stage.They were probably wondering why a basketball player had slid into the seat beside me. Talking to me.“Hey,” Dean snapped lightly, waving a hand in front of my face. “Eyes on me, nerd.” My gaze
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
TylerEveryday’s all about Brooklyn Prescott.That one just came with loud music, less popular girls trying too hard to be seen around her, and her “friends” praising her like it was a performance.And what kind of friend would I be to not go all out at the last minute?—even if it meant letting Micheal and Aaron set me up with Sadie McGuire.“Do you really want to do that?” Sadie had asked, when Micheal practically yelled it out after school. I just shoved my hands into my pocket and shrugged, leaning against her car. “It’s just for the cameras.” I said.Because it was.She glanced at her phone, already bored. Then she flipped her hair. “Sure. Whatever.” And that was how I ended up in my mom’s car, with Sadie McGuire in the passenger’s seat.And even then, I wished Micheal had picked someone else.Her.Even as a joke.When we made our loud entrance in Anna Prescott’s driveway, I swear, I was focused.I told myself I was there to support Brooklyn—my friend, and my best friend’s girl
SydneyI 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 someone who was as secretive as he
Tyler I noticed it on Monday.But I told myself to focus, take my mind off whatever had Sydney Walker in it, and just walk away.But the next day, though, it became a little more obvious, and there was no way I was going to ignore it.I didn’t even want to think about it before, but the idea of De
SydneyBy the end of school, I was sitting at my desk staring at my chemistry notebook like it carried a virus.And I could swear I’d never been so scared of a piece of paper in my life.The assignment was due tomorrow, and just during the last class, I’d realized Dean didn’t have a copy of the rea
SydneyThe weekend came and passed in just two minutes, and the next thing I knew, I was pulling the blanket off my mirror to take a peek at my hair, while getting ready for school.Yay.The talk with Mom had done something different in my chest. But like always, that feeling stopped right outside
SydneyThe next morning was a little too uneventful for a weekend—a day without school. The house was even quiet. No chatter from the kitchen, no Micheal, no Tyler, no Brooklyn…Wait, no Brooklyn?I slipped out of bed slowly, grabbing my phone as I walked out of the room, threading carefully towar
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