All Chapters of Too Big to Fit.: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

TylerI honestly didn’t believe the day could get any shitty after Coach pulled me just after the lunch bell to sit in his office to discuss Grayson in less than a week.There were papers, a lot of files for some reason, stacked across Coach’s desk. And apparently, being the captain made me the spokesperson for the entire team.Great.It was exhausting.But at least it kept me away from Aaron, who wouldn’t shut up about what people were saying about me and Sydney being in the greenhouse after everyone else had gone.Yeah, I saw—heard all the comments. The jokes, the assumptions about what happened. But I’d chosen not to give a shit.Because touching Sydney Walker in the school’s greenhouse had never exactly been on my list of things to do.And then the stuff about Brooklyn?I’d left Micheal to figure it out, even though he’d been moving around like a fucking zombie lately. And I knew it wasn’t just about Brooklyn.I’d asked him once, but he’d refused to talk.Alright, you caught me, I

Tyler The next day should’ve been easy. At least that’s what I told myself. I’d managed to keep my head in class for most of the morning and not think about sitting across from Mom at dinner while she reminded me of something I’d spent years shoving into a dark corner of my mind. Also, I managed not to think too much about Micheal. Mostly. Mainly the fact that he still sat two seats away from me after barely acknowledging a single one of my texts. Moody, like he’d been for days now, but at least I could see he wasn’t lost or sick, or doing something stupid. But Sydney? I lost count of how many times I tried to convince myself she wasn’t mad at me. I’d seen her the second she walked through the school door with Maeve laughing at something she was saying while Aaron and the guys talked about Sunday’s game. “You know, the pregame hangout is happening this year too.” One of them said. “We’re not even playing home.” Aaron replied, glancing up from his phone. “Does

SydneyAfter Tyler left right after taking his Mom’s call, I completely lost the motivation to remain in that library.And that was aside from the fact that everyone else seemed to have lost interest and decided figuring out what had happened between me and Tyler was a better use of their time.Too bad.Even I didn’t know.I’d watched his face change the second he saw his Mom’s name, like he’d already known whatever was coming. And somehow, I’d still pushed him to answer.“Me and my big mouth.” I’d muttered to myself that night while staring at the ceiling, half convinced that if something had gone wrong with Tyler, it was my fault.I’d picked up my phone more times than I could count, typing out messages and deleting them halfway through.Eventually I’d given up and texted Maeve instead and told her everything.“You did nothing wrong, Sydney.” She’d said, munching on something on the other end of the call, “I mean, I’d ask too if Oscar ignored his Mom’s call like that. His Mom loves

Sydney It was minutes past five when we walked out of the greenhouse. I clutched my bag strap over my shoulder, trying to shove everything that had happened in the past hour somewhere deep in the back of my mind. While Tyler walked a step behind me, his attention on his phone now, like he hadn’t just looked at me moments ago with something in his eye I was still refusing to think about. I shook it off and kept walking towards the parking lot, where Mom’s driver was now standing outside the car, probably wondering where I’d been and why I hadn’t told him I’d be out at school this late. Well, too bad I couldn’t be out later and Tyler had to go home. Because, believe me, I wouldn’t have cared about the time if the groundskeeper hadn’t shown up. ‘Stop it, Sydney.’ “Can I take you home?” I froze for half a second, then turned around before I could properly think about it. Tyler stopped a few feet in front of me, one hand tucked into his pocket, that same softness lingeri

Sydney Honestly, my brain didn’t register what Tyler said at first, and I just kept my eyes on my hands for the next few seconds…until it did. Wait. What do you mean…did he just say… I frowned, slowly turning towards him. “What?” I whispered. Tyler looked at me, and before I could completely register that too, a small laugh escaped him. “Your reaction’s even better than Brooklyn’s.” He folded his arms. “But yeah.” I blinked. “Tyler, you were shot.” “Yeah…I just said that.” “Oh my God.” I felt my heart pick up speed for some reason as I stared at him. The amusement disappearing slowly as his eyes returned to the windshield. “What happened?” I forced out, whispering like if I spoke too loud, I might make what I’d just heard worse. Tyler didn’t answer immediately, his jaw doing that thing again. Then after a few seconds, he turned toward me. His eyes were softer now. “Promise me, Sydney.” I almost edged closer. “What?” “Promise me…you won’t look at me differentl