y

I'd repeated al

the basketball court, and I found out that that curvy geniu

hing s

mom is one of the pillars of the school, I've had to keep my perfect grade

the girls who smile at me or thin their

y arrived, som

der her skin this way, or throw ran

time I see her. From the way her gaze drops whenever she passed by a gro

atio

among a bunch of dull ones

shed-eve

he reacted bette

chance to ride one of her cars to school. When I told Brooklyn,

in, my eyes land

ek black hair down as usual, falling ov

d, pulling her hand

-sleeved sweatshirt that was so long,

at? Parachute

t, she flinched,

e." She muttered, like sh

lp you feel good

hed once. And then she opened her mouth to s

trying to tea

ter and better at it each day. Squeezing out reactions

ctually said more t

was

were sick or allergic to grass or whatever. You

s first-long sleeved jackets and long

about "comfort", the girls' track suits were the lo

t on the benches with the PE t

pped me fr

heck th

urn

thought

Sydney in clothes that didn't q

g her walk out with her arms wrapped ar

let XL on

en some girls snickered

her arms around her body like she was trying to form a shie

ispered something. But to my surprise,

me every time, Tyler." Her voice was low, al

ken me, or pushed me to stop already.

ng with an

I smirked. "The horror you're

lau

like she wante

s darted towards the guys around laughing, and

er!" Maeve yelled, pulling Sydne

hout practice that day, at the cafeteria when she sat at a far table

still didn't kn

ne that came after. And it was

honestly thought she'd snapped. I tho

te subject, just to confirm. And she took

ont of the entire class. And I,

he class that day. They made jokes about it. And I jus

m know it was on p

k that was supposed to tell Sydney Walker that no

e, when I shut my

she stood, her eyes had shimmered,

not the way it usuall

how would I explain that I have to picture Sydney