All Chapters of Too Big to Fit.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sydney Descriptions people gave of Tyler Sinclair’s mom honestly didn’t do her justice. Because the woman I saw walking down the hallway in the midst of gaping students, didn’t feel like just a mother. She felt like someone who shouldn’t be crossed. Dangerous. Like the type of person people apologized to before they even knew what they did wrong. Teachers straightened when she passed by them, students scrambled to the side instinctively, and the whispers dipped lower. And right there in that hallway, as I watched her slide her phone into her handbag without breaking stride, I just knew I was in big trouble for what I’d made her son do. My heart picked up pace again, hard enough to hurt. And for one desperate second, I wished I could disappear before this day got any worse than it already was. “Maeve,” I whispered quickly, my fingers twitching at my side. “Let’s go.” Because if I stayed there any longer, I might actually melt into something nobody wanted to see. Bu

Tyler Sydney Walker is going to be the death of me. And somehow I might actually die smiling. Because not only did I finally get to rearrange that smirk on Dean’s face for being stupid enough to touch her…I also got to settle a score that had been sitting under my skin for months. The second the car rolled into the driveway, I shoved the door open and got out. “Tyler!” Mom yelled, stepping out after me. I ignored her. “You stop right there, Tyler.” She said, her heels clicking swiftly across the pavement behind me. “You don’t get to walk away while I’m talking to you.” Still, I ignored her. I stormed towards the front door, my jaw tight, fist throbbing with every heartbeat. My shoulder ached badly from where Dean had slammed into me earlier, but the pain barely registered. All I could hear was Dean’s voice. “You don’t even have a father” Something ugly roared in my chest again. I shoved the front door open and it slammed hard behind me. But Mom caught it

SydneyFor a second, I just stood at the door, my chest tight, eyes partly wide as I stared at Mom.She had her hair sleeked into a neat bun, her face smooth like she’d just finished her night routine, her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked back at me.And I just felt like running past her out of the house.But then her lips lifted at the side. And slowly, they curved into a smile.“Can I come in?” She asked softly, like she was afraid of disturbing the silence in the house.I swallowed hard and stepped aside quickly.“Yes,” I muttered, forcing a smile that hurt to form.Mom walked into my room slowly, her eyes drifting around like she was trying not to make me nervous.She paused beside my desk for a second before walking over to my bed and sitting carefully on the edge.The door clicked shut behind me.“Come here,” Mom said quietly, patting the space beside her. That small smile still on her lips. My legs felt like jelly as I walked across the room to her, the silence pres

Tyler“What happened between you and Dean Monroe?” I dragged a hand over my face, nearly throwing my phone across the room from seeing that damn question for the hundredth time in less than forty eight hours.“I mean, one minute you’re walking to Coach’s office, the next Dean’s neck is moving sideways.” Micheal’s voice came through the phone. “That shit looked insane.”He sounded more horrified than Dean had been under my fist in the hallway.But I just laid back on my bed facing the wall, a pillow shoved beneath my head as I tried to grip the basketball tighter.“Don’t you go silent on me, dude.” “What the hell do you want me to say?” I asked, tossing the ball against the wall.Thud.Catch.Pain shot through my right hand so sharply, it took a lot of effort not to groan.“Fuck.” The ball dropped beside my bed.“Tyler?” Micheal’s voice sharpened instantly. “You okay?” “I’m fine,” I muttered quickly, flexing my fingers. But I regretted it immediately as pain shot through it again.

Sydney By sunset, I was lying on my stomach with books sprawled all over my bed, trying to drown myself with schoolwork nobody asked me for. Biology sat open in front of me, History was somewhere near my feet, and my math notebook was bent beneath my elbow. Probably because I’d rolled over it like three times already. But that night, I told myself I’d focus—put everything from the last few days behind me and hope the reason for Tyler and Dean’s fight remained “a misunderstanding.” Easy. Simple. The house had been quiet since I got back from school, which wasn’t unusual because there was no way Mom was coming back early under normal circumstances. But Brooklyn… God knows how much I’d been trying to avoid looking at her for too long. Or even staying in the same room with her for more than five minutes. Because I still couldn’t figure out what that look on her face in the hallway after the fight meant. And Mom waiting till Brooklyn had gone to bed just to sit with m