Too Big to Fit. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 36

TylerEveryday’s all about Brooklyn Prescott.That one just came with loud music, less popular girls trying too hard to be seen around her, and her “friends” praising her like it was a performance.And what kind of friend would I be to not go all out at the last minute?—even if it meant letting Micheal and Aaron set me up with Sadie McGuire.“Do you really want to do that?” Sadie had asked, when Micheal practically yelled it out after school. I just shoved my hands into my pocket and shrugged, leaning against her car. “It’s just for the cameras.” I said.Because it was.She glanced at her phone, already bored. Then she flipped her hair. “Sure. Whatever.” And that was how I ended up in my mom’s car, with Sadie McGuire in the passenger’s seat.And even then, I wished Micheal had picked someone else.Her.Even as a joke.When we made our loud entrance in Anna Prescott’s driveway, I swear, I was focused.I told myself I was there to support Brooklyn—my friend, and my best friend’s girl

SydneyMy heart sank the moment I caught his eyes, my breath catching halfway, like I might choke.“Hi, fatty.” He said, with that familiar grin on his face. And it shouldn’t have affected me. But it did.Because this wasn’t Dean across the hallway with his teammates, laughing loudly from a distance at something Tyler had said.This wasn’t the lab, with goggles and lab coats, and something to hide behind.This was Dean right beside me—close enough that I could smell the gum in his breath. That if I shifted even a little, my arm resting against the counter would brush his.My finger tightened around my cup as I pushed the strand of hair from my face, my eyes darting around the kitchen.People were watching.Not all of them.But enough to make my skin prickle like I’d been dragged onto a stage.They were probably wondering why a basketball player had slid into the seat beside me. Talking to me.“Hey,” Dean snapped lightly, waving a hand in front of my face. “Eyes on me, nerd.” My gaze

BrooklynI had no idea how many shots I shoved down my throat that night. Or how everybody eventually found their way out of Mom’s house.All I could remember were flashes, lights, the music, people yelling my name, phones in my face, arms around me, and then Micheal.Micheal pulling the covers over me, his fingers brushing my cheek before he pressed a soft kiss to my lips.“Happy birthday, B,” he’d whispered, like I wasn’t a complete mess.Such a darling.Who knew being so lightheaded could actually feel…fun?I stretched on my bed the next morning, not bothering with my dress lying in the corner, a lazy smile on my lips as the party flooded back.The music, the way people showed up never forgetting to not outdo me on my own night.And they’d obeyed instructions too.To keep their filthy mouths shut when they saw my sister.Because, yeah, I knew she’d show up.Perfect.And everything went better than I thought—way better.And the gifts?I turned slightly, my eye landing on the box si