Too Big to Fit

Chapter 4

Sydney

Two days after I had ketchup stuck to my butt, the gossip grew louder.

No one whispered anymore or tried to hide their mouth when they spoke, or cared if I was right there.

“I still can’t believe she’s Brooklyn Prescott’s sister.”

“Yeah, talk about differences. Are you sure they’re actually related? They need to ask their mom some questions. “

“No wonder Brooklyn’s the cheer squad captain. She’s way better. Prettier.”

“Too bad she’s not dating Tyler. They’d have been a perfect match.”

“You mean yet.”

“Hey, f**k off!” Maeve yelled, even though swear words weren’t allowed on school grounds.

And me? I just slung my backpack tighter over my shoulder, head low, walking to my locker, hoping to get through the day without running into Tyler.

“Sydney, don’t listen to them.” Maeve said as I punched my locker code and opened it.

“So what? I wear earplugs to school now?”

Maeve relaxed on one foot. “I don’t like your tone.”

I turned to her, catching that look she always gave me whenever I started digging my own grave. “What?”

“They’re wrong about you, Syd. Brooklyn isn’t better than you. If anything, you’re better than her in ways they’re trying to suppress.”

I scoffed. “People would pay millions to see Brooklyn’s thighs if it were in a museum.”

Maeve shot me a look like she wanted to lay me on the ground, sit on my back and spank me.

“Look, you really shouldn’t let what people think and say about you get to you, Sydney. You’re beautiful the way you are. You’re perfect.” She said. “You shrink every time you listen to what they say. And I don’t like it.”

I swallowed, my gaze faltering. I really wanted to believe her. I really did. But as the day went by, it was getting harder and harder to even listen to words like that.

Brooklyn had stayed true to her word and barely looked at me at school. She now kept to herself and move around her clique more.

It was almost like the whispers had gotten to her head. And once, I’d heard her snicker when Tyler made a joke relating me to B.O.B.

When I looked at her with surprise, she flipped her hair.

“It’s just a joke, Sydney. Don’t think much of it,” she said, not even looking at me.

I was just about to leave when I heard her turn to her friend. “She takes things too seriously.”

It was like a switch had been flipped in Brooklyn’s head.

'She takes things too seriously.'

Really?

My heart had dropped to the ground right there and shattered into a million pieces.

I cried into my pillow that night.

And once more, I was alone.

Except Maeve, who forcefully pulled me out of my head. “But at least you’ll come to the Halloween party at Michael’s house?” she asked.

Halloween party—tomorrow night.

“No,” I slammed my locker shut.

“Why?” Maeve almost shrieked. “Come on, it’ll be fun!” she whined as we walked to class. “Everyone will be talking about it, you don’t want to miss it.”

I stopped and turned to her. “Two reasons, Maeve. One, I hate Halloween. And two, I’m not about to squeeze this body into some character costume and be the clown of the party.”

“Sydney, stop that.” Maeve begged. “I don’t want to go alone again this year. I promise I’ll be with you the entire time. I won’t let anyone say a bad word to you.”

"Besides, it's your chance to finally meet people."

Finally, I sighed. Maeve wasn't going to let this go anyway.

“Alright, fine.”

“Yay!” she squealed.

I looked over her shoulder, and I met Tyler’s gaze.

He’d been staring.

*****

Before I could even blink, Maeve had pulled her makeup bag to my house, climbed up the stairs to my room, and sat me down in front of the mirror.

“Alright, pick one costume.” She said, all giddy.

I looked down at the options she’d given me. And my stomach knotted.

There was Tinkerbell, Te Fiti, and then Velma from Scooby doo.

I wanted to run away from the room.

“Come on, we don’t have all day.” Maeve said, already opening her concealer.

“Can’t I just be Sydney?”

She raised a brow. “You are Sydney. But why deprive the world of seeing you in some sexy outfit for one night? And a little bit of f**k you to those monkeys at school.”

I smiled a little, my eyes dropping to the options once more.

If only there was some kind of charm to ward off Tyler Sinclair. I’d have dressed as a shaman.

“I guess Velma.”

“Yes!” she silently rejoiced. “I was scared you were going to choose Te Fiti. I’d have given up.”

Honestly, I almost wished I had.

By the end of our preparation, I was dressed in Velma’s orange turtle neck that nearly covered her knee-length skirt, her orange socks and even red shoes.

And Maeve had even gone the extra mile to get me a bob wig and oversized glasses.

It almost felt…comfortable.

Still, I tugged at the sweater. “It’s too tight, Maeve.”

“No, it’s not. Your boobs are fine, Syd,” she said in that tone that meant she knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Your body is part of what makes you beautiful. You need to stop maltreating it because of what Tyler or whoever shithead at school says.” She added.

Then she bounced to my front, grinning with a glittery microphone in her hand. “How do I look?”

My eyes took in her K-pop idol look—mini skirt, glitter tights, structured jacket over a tiny crop top, bold glitter makeup that screamed notice me. But in a good way.

Overall, Maeve was beautiful, even though she’d exaggerated the K-pop thing a little.

I almost always forgot that she was half Korean.

“Perfect.” I said with a smile, wishing I was as slim as she was.

“Yay!” she squealed and threw her arms around me. “You’re gorgeous, Sydney. I’m so glad you’re coming with me.”

I wasn’t even given a chance to wish Tyler a sprained ankle, so he didn’t make it to the party when the car stopped in front of the brightly lit house with music blasting through the walls.

And before I could take off my red shoes and bolt down the road, Maeve grabbed my hand and dragged me across the lawn.

“Wow.”

“Oh my. Is that Brooklyn’s sister?” Some guys dressed as zombie football players outside the house stared, as we approached the house.

Maeve didn’t even wait. She pushed the door open, and I saw the largest number of teenagers I’d ever seen in one room before.

People dressed as princesses, zombies, the grim reaper, angels, even fruits were scattered all over the place, vibing to the music.

I suddenly felt exposed—cold even, as goosebumps traced their way up my spine.

“Come on.” Maeve pulled me forward.

Everyone turned and stared. And somehow I could hear their comments over the loud music.

I tried to tug my skirt down a little more, but somehow it felt tighter than the socks.

“Everyone is here already.” Maeve said over the music. “Let’s go get something to drink.”

I tried to follow her behind, I swear. But when you have a body like mine, it’s hard to move freely without pushing people.

“Maeve?” I called, adjusting my glasses. But as I lifted my head to search for her through the crowd, I bumped into someone, nearly spilling their drink.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I apologized, turning to the person.

My gaze met Tyler’s.

His eyes dragged over me.

Then his lips parted slowly.

“Damn.”