All Chapters of Too Big to Fit.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SydneyI hate me. I hate my stupid brain. I hate that stupid thing that usually kicks in; always craving that stupid sense of belonging. I hate Chase. I hate Dean. I hate my body. I miss my Dad…so much.God, I could still remember that day back at Newston.I remembered walking through the field, my head down, my stomach twisted from Chase apologizing for “mixing up” the pool party date. It sounded strange in my ears because he wasn’t drunk when he texted me.But me? As foolish and desperate as I was—waiting for the day I’d finally be invited to one of my boyfriend’s famous pool parties, I didn’t think twice.I’d dug out that red bikini from where I’d hidden it from my Dad, threw it on under my hoodie and jeans and took the bus straight to his house. But when I got there, the place was empty.No music, no drinks, no laughter.In fact, only Chase was home that day. And the house…a few things were missing from where they originally used to be.But I ignored it.“Oops, did I say t

Sydney“Don’t lie to me.” He pressed.“Why are you so sure he did something?” I asked, my voice strange even to me. “Why do you think it’s him?”“Because I’ve seen this before!” He suddenly snapped. “I’ve seen what he’s done, seen what he’s tried to do.” He dragged a hand through his hair roughly. “Jesus Christ, Sydney. Just talk to me!”I froze, the room suddenly feeling too small.Heat rose in my face, my head replaying that picture on Dean’s phone.How stupid and bright my smile was as I stared into the camera that day.“Two days,” Dean’s voice echoed.And here Tyler was, trying to make me talk about the one thing I was very much ashamed of.Tyler Sinclair!He exhaled, then looked back at me. “Dean did something, didn’t he?” I paused for a second, then I looked away. Because why should I tell him?Why should I tell him that the second person whom I’d trusted back at Newston had posted a picture of me half-naked to fulfill some stupid dare before he left town?That’ll just confirm

Tyler The moment we turned the corner, the noise from the rest of the hallway faded out behind us, leaving just us in that silence. Dean walked a few steps ahead before stopping beside the wall, leaning against it lazily like this was some casual conversation between friends. “What’s up?” He asked lightly, shoving both hands into his pockets. I just folded my arms, partly hiding my clenched fists, my expression as blank as I could make it. “A little birdie told me you have something.” He paused for a second, a slight frown on his face like he was thinking. And before I could say any other thing, he barked out a laugh. “Man! Since when does Tyler Sinclair do crack?” I frowned. “What?” “I don’t deal again, man.” He said, still amused. “But my guy can hook you up with—” “I’m not talking about drugs.” I cut in, my voice a little sharper. That stopped him, his shoulders dropping a little. “Then what are you talking about?” “Pictures.” Silence. His frown slowl

Sydney The door slammed shut after the girls, the sound echoing through my ears.Still, it took me a few seconds to completely process the fact that I’d possibly almost gotten beaten up with my phone smashed by Tracy, to hearing about Tyler Sinclair.My breath caught. “Tyler!” Before I could even think properly, I rushed out of the bathroom too, nearly slipping as I pushed through the door, my phone still buzzing wildly in my hand.My stomach twisted tighter the more I walked, hurrying towards the hallway, a part of me screaming I was in big trouble.“No, no, Tyler.” I muttered under my breath, all possible situations involving him flooding my head.Thanks to the half-assed information that girl had brought.The moment I stepped out into the hallway, I felt it immediately—something charged, thick, screaming my name, telling me to run.But my eye caught the crowd ahead.Students packed tightly together near the classrooms, some standing on their toes, others holding phones high in th

Sydney “Fighting on school grounds is wildly prohibited.” Maeve’s voice echoed in my head. “I mean, I’ve walked in on two seniors having sex in the greenhouse. But fighting? It’s better you drown your opponent. Fast, painless…” I shuddered the second we walked into class and dropped onto my chair. The teacher walked in moments later, looking furious that we’d skipped the first period to watch what he called “an atrocity in the hallway.” But I barely registered any of what he said after that. Because I couldn’t get the scene out of my head no matter how much I tried. It was like it was happening over and over again in my head—Tyler on top of Dean, Dean barely blocking the punches, the cheers from the other kids, the blood. Dean’s nearly disfigured face. That look in Tyler’s eyes when he lifted his head saw me standing there. I tugged my sleeves further over my hands, wishing I could just disappear and the tightness in my chest would go away. But I didn’t. I had to