All Chapters of Too Big to Fit.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Tyler“You don’t get to screw this one up, Tyler.” Sadie paused. “This is a second chance.”I stilled.My eyes staying on Sadie as she looked back down at the worksheet like she’d only commented on the weather.But there was no point asking what she meant. Or how she could say those words so easily.I already knew.“You think so?” I asked instead.“Come on.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re way past this stage already.”I just let out a low scoff and turned away.But when I looked up again, the lunch bell echoed, and half the class were on their feet, walking towards the door.My eyes found Sydney weaving through the crowd toward the door.The tension had left her shoulders. But something had taken its place.This deep scowl, like the one she’d worn the first day I’d confronted her about Dean.Anger.Mixed with something else.Something I couldn’t quite figure out before she disappeared into the crowd.My hand curled into a fist as I turned toward Dean.“Hey! You’re just going to leave me

Sydney“What does this mean to you?”That stopped him for a second. Then he blinked.“What?” “What does this mean to you, Tyler?” I repeated, my voice sharper this time. “Why do you keep coming after me? Why are you doing all of this when you already know you’re just going to walk away from me?”His brows pulled closer. “I’m sorry…what?” I should have stopped right there. I should have swallowed every word sitting at the back of my throat, walked out that hallway, and never looked back.I could’ve lied.Anything.Instead, I looked him straight in the eye.“Why did you kiss me, Tyler?” My voice cracked. “Why did you tell me all those things when you don’t actually mean—” “Sydney,” he cut in quietly, his eyes searching mine. “Where is all this coming from?”I had another chance to lie.Maybe told him to forget I’d said anything.Instead—“Brooklyn.” I blurted like an idiot. “Brooklyn told me everything. She told me this is what you do. You make girls feel special. You tell them ever

SydneyNo one really talks about that empty feeling in your chest when you finally let out something you’ve been fighting to hold back.Or the heavier one that comes right after. When you realize what you’ve just done.In my case?I was shaking.I was shaking so badly I nearly missed the last step before Maeve’s car. Yet somehow, my tears seemed to have rolled backward and refused to come forward again.It felt wrong.My hands wouldn’t stop trembling, my chest still hurt, but my eyes stayed dry as we drove home in silence.Maybe I was still angry.Or maybe…a part of me didn’t want Maeve worrying any more than she already was.But the second she quietly asked if she could come upstairs with me…Everything broke.The tears came so quickly I couldn’t stop them, sliding down my cheeks before I even reached my bedroom.And somehow, hearing the door click shut behind us only made it worse. Because the entire conversation came rushing back.Every word. Every step Tyler took towards me with t

SydneyThe lunch bell finally rang after what felt like forever, the sound echoing through the class like some kind of reward.Because somewhere in between being caught up in what that weird shift in class was, and forcing myself not to think about it, I’d barely managed to focus on taking things down into my notebook.And when lunch finally came, Maeve and I strolled into the cafeteria, honestly expecting that loud, annoying noise that usually came with students pretending table manners didn’t exist.Instead, it was that same low murmur from the hallway. Quiet enough that if you didn’t know better, you’d think it wasn’t a normal day at Lakeview High.I looked at Maeve as we settled at a table, but somehow it didn’t seem like she noticed.Or so I thought.“...and she just started crying like parrots aren’t cute.” She took another bite of her burger. “It was a compliment.”I snorted, fumbling lightly with mine before glancing up.My eyes met some girl at the next table.She looked awa

SydneyDon’t get me wrong.Before any of this started, Brooklyn used to get her hands dirty in the kitchen. But that was usually for pancakes whenever the cook ran late or something like that. And half the time, some of it ended up burnt or too sweet. Or somehow both.We used to laugh about it.Now she stood by a boiling pot, slicing vegetables like she knew exactly what she was doing.I kept my eyes on her for another second—on that small smile that seemed permanent now, like if I stared long enough, I’d suddenly understand what was going on inside her head.She looked nothing like someone who’d been yelled at by a childhood friend. Or someone who’d deliberately ruined his name for reasons I still wasn’t sure I wanted to know.If anything, she looked calm.Too calm.I tightened my grip around the knife before looking back down at the slab of beef in front of me.“Beef stew?” I asked quietly, breaking the silence that sat between us.“Yeah.” She stirred the pot once before smiling to