All Chapters of Too Big to Fit.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SydneyIf I remember correctly, I’d never been to a party at a club before. Never seen one happen before. Never been invited to one.Yet here I was, standing in front of Maeve’s mirror with lip gloss and eyeliner on, preparing to attend one that had absolutely nothing to do with me. “Come on, live a little.” Maeve had said the hundredth time. “It’s either this, or we’ll go running through an ocean this time.”I’d laughed at the thought.Because if that happened, she’d probably be dragging my lifeless body out of the water by the end of it.So I’d taken only one look at the outfit Maeve picked out. And in the next few minutes, she’d squeezed me into black leather pants and this fitted white thin-strap top she’d produced at the last minute. Because the first had been too small.And God, they fit.The trousers stuck to my skin like they’d been sewn onto me, hugging my thighs like they were trying to prove a point.The top was even worse. Sitting across my chest way too perfectly, lik

Tyler That party was for redemption. To forget about everything for one day and drown out Dad’s voice after the lecture he’d given me earlier over the phone. At least that was what I told myself when I climbed into Mom’s car despite the brace, trailing behind Micheal and Brooklyn in his Dad’s sports car, which he’d taken without permission. And if Micheal or any other person would've asked me earlier that day, I would have sworn I wouldn’t see Sydney Walker at that party. I mean, the party was fine, drinks tasted like shit as usual, people were already halfway drunk before the main thing even began. And I planned to stay out of whatever game they were playing. Because well, some of us had to remain sober enough to get the others home. And frankly, the game was funny at first. People were drinking to things that basically confirmed they were complete assholes, then laughing it off like it was completely normal. Because explain to me how ruining friendships and hooking up

Sydney “Hey! Mama’s boy!” he laughed. “Didn’t think they’d let you off the leash.”Tyler didn’t laugh.Or blink.“Ha ha, very funny, Dean,” his voice was too calm. “Now why don’t you take your clownery somewhere it’s needed.”“Oh come on, a little entertainment never hurt anyone.” Dean looked toward me.But Tyler was faster. One step was all he took, and he was standing between us, blocking Dean’s view of me almost completely, his face inches apart from Dean’s.My heart slammed against my ribs.“You don’t want to do this, Dean.” Tyler’s voice dropped. “Walk away.”“Or what?’ The amusement on Dean’s face was infuriating. “You’d punch me again? Get your perfect mummy and her lawyers involved?”He laughed.My bladder churned. And I knew that feeling very well.I saw the veins stand out on Tyler’s neck, his good hand curl into a fist.‘No,’‘No, not again.’But I couldn’t move. Or speak.“You know you’re supposed to be in jail, right?” Tyler asked.Dean scoffed in his face. “Why don’t y

SydneyYes, Tyler Sinclair kissed me.A sharp breath escaped me, my eyes fluttering shut on their own as I stumbled back, my spine meeting the sink softly.‘Oh, my god!’ something roared in my head.Then everything else faded. The buzzing lights, the distant bass from the party, every fear I’d carried into that bathroom. Every single time I’d stuffed myself into some large hoodie to hide myself from Tyler Sinclair…they all sank down some invisible drain.And all I felt was Tyler. His mouth on mine—soft at first, like he still needed permission to let his thumb brush against my fat cheeks and gently nibble my lower lip.I let out a soft gasp then, and that was all he needed. He deepened the kiss, his lips parting mine in a quiet hunger that made heat pool low in my stomach.My hands came up to his jacket, gripping it tight in my fingers, never letting go.And neither did he.Instead, his hand trailed down, settling at my waist as he pulled me flush against him.‘Push him away, Sydney

SydneyFor a second, the entire world seemed to pause, narrowing until there was just my heartbeat ringing loudly in my ears as my eyes landed on the reason every single person in that club was staring at me.My jacket, my top, those god-damned black leather pants…Handprints. Some kind of pale blue glowing dust smeared across my clothes. Matching the one on Tyler’s hands.“What is that?” “Who is that?”“Looks like pixie dust.” I slowly lowered my phone from my ear before it fell off my trembling hands.Only an idiot wouldn’t know what was going on. Still, my brain was taking its precious time analyzing what I was staring at, trying to come up with any explanation except the obvious one.“It’s all over her,” someone whispered behind me. And before my chest could cave in on itself, a hand grabbed my shoulder.“Sydney.” Maeve.But I couldn’t move. I didn’t even turn when she came to stand beside me.“What is going on?” She asked quietly, her eyes dragging over my clothes. Then she