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SydneyBeing 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 fee 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 up for. An

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

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

TylerOnce again, my mouth had moved faster than my brain. Because somehow I couldn’t resist not 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 grabbed it, cooked up something, and spilled it out without rethinking.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 my joke.But it’d been the other way round.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.The laughter didn’t stop even after she left. Par