All Chapters of Too Big to Fit.: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Sydney“Chase is completely out of the hospital.” Mom continued. “But I made sure he understood that being an inch near you means the beginning of an end to his career.”I felt something catch in my throat.Not just because of the threat. But because of how casually she said it. And the fact that only a few hours ago, I’d hit Chase’s cousin out of whatever reflex had taken over me.Then Mom looked at me with this satisfied smile on her face.And I forced one of my own instantly. “Thanks, Mom.”“Anytime.” She said, taking another bite. “Keeping both of you safe will always be my priority.”Okay, that warmed me genuinely. And I went back to my food, swallowing a little easier.Then—“You’re quiet, Brooklyn.” Mom suddenly said after a brief silence.Nothing.“Brooklyn?”Still nothing.My eyes darted to Brooklyn before I could stop myself.Brooklyn sat frozen in her chair, fork and knife in her hands, her eyes fixed on her phone like she’d just seen the most horrible thing imaginable.I f

Sydney“Meet me in the parking lot after school,” Tyler’s text had read—halfway through History class.Two periods before the last bell.Something had slid down my spine instantly, even though I’d been expecting it all day.He looked better than he had yesterday. That empty look in his eyes barely there when he held my gaze during chemistry.That was a good thing.And I held onto it, though he didn’t show up for lunch. And a few minutes after the last bell rang, he just…disappeared.“Are you really sure you don’t want to come with me?” Maeve asked as we stood in the parking lot.I shot her a look.She lifted both her hands. “Hey, I’m just saying.”“Weren’t you the same person who almost dragged me to watch the game?”“Yeah, but we’ve been here for what? An hour?”“It’s barely been twenty.”“Still,” she continued, waving my words away. “Tyler’s nowhere to be found.”I tightened my grip on my bag strap. “He probably just had something to take care of. I can wait longer.”She looked at m

Brooklyn I searched his face. Watched a million different emotions flash through his eyes as he stared at me like I’d smashed his heart on the ground and stepped on the pieces. I swallowed. “Why did you have to talk to her?” I asked, “You know we’re not friends anymore. You should’ve just talked to me.” “How?” he shook his head slightly. “How was I supposed to do that, Brooklyn? When you’d ignore my calls? Or when you’d sigh when she saw me walking up to you?” My chest tightened. “You weren’t even at the game.” “I had a lot going on,” the words dropped out of me. “Okay? I…Principal Lawrence was on my neck about the ball, I lost my two best friends, and…and my dream college just told me they no longer accept applications for my career path. How was I supposed to juggle all that with your basketball shit?” Something crossed Michael’s face almost immediately. Hurt. Raw, unfiltered. Something stung beneath my eyes. “My basketball shit,” he repeated quietly. Then

SydneyMaeve sent me an entire gallery of pictures before the car even properly stopped in Mom’s driveway.And I’m not exaggerating.Oscar looked way too overstimulated in all of them, and I was pretty sure he regretted letting Maeve drag him to watch one of those horror movies she’d probably seen fifty times already.It was funny.Funny enough to almost make me forget everything that’d happened at school.Almost.Because the second I put my phone down and tried to occupy my mind with something else, it just drifted right back to the look on Tyler’s face when I told him about Brooklyn and Micheal.And though I couldn’t prove it, I knew something had happened in Coach’s office first. What I didn’t expect was finding out why Micheal never waited for Tyler before or after school anymore.Or one of the reasons he’d looked so…angry when he’d trailed behind Brooklyn.“Brooklyn thought he cheated on her with Andy.” Tyler’s voice came through the phone that night, cutting through the silence

TylerThe first time I walked into the Ashfords, it was back in junior year.Back when Micheal made us late because he’d forgotten to lock his bedroom door.But by the time we got there, it was already too late.His duvet was spread across the floor, a few drawers hanging open, and his little sister, Lacey, had somehow moved a bunch of his clothes into her own closet.It was honestly hilarious. Watching Micheal lose his mind while he angrily dug through Lacey’s clothes, pulling out his clothes and whatever else she had decided belonged to her now.And I’d just sat there, wondering how a ten-year-old girl thought she’d ever fit into his jeans.“She does this every time,” his Mom said, a smug smirk on her face as she cleaned up after Colt in the kitchen. “And he overreacts every time.”“Overreact?” Micheal had cut in, appearing in the doorway. Looking wildly offended. “Did you see my room, Mom?”“She likes you too much, that’s all.”“Likes me?” Micheal looked at her. “She broke two of m