All Chapters of Invisible To Her Bully: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JessaRidgeville High had been buzzing since the final whistle blew. The team won big, and that meant only one thing—there was going to be a party. A loud, chaotic, end-of-week victory bash.By the time Mariah pulled into my driveway Friday night, the sound of bass and laughter was already drifting down the street from the Ridge Creek neighborhood.I stood by my window, arms crossed, watching headlights flash and disappear, wondering why I agreed to this.I didn’t want to go. Not really.But Mariah had a plan. And when Mariah had a plan, there was no point trying to stop her.The front door swung open a second later without her even knocking. “Jess! Emergency fashion delivery!” she called out, heading straight to my room.I groaned. “Mariah, I told you I don’t feel like—”“Don’t care.” She dropped a Ridgeville-blue shirt onto my bed. “You’re wearing this tonight.”I glanced down at it. It was a tight-fitting cropped team shirt, the Ridgeville logo painted in sparkly white across the f

NoahThe night air hit colder than I expected when I pushed through the crowd. Sweat and beer and smoke clung to everything — the kind of thick, sticky smell that stayed in your clothes long after the party ended. Music still pounded from the house, but out here it sounded muffled, like it was underwater.I just needed space.Space to breathe. Space to not look at Jackson’s face or hear Daniel’s voice one more second.But I didn’t make it far.“Well, Carter!” Daniel’s voice cut through the night, louder than the music, slick with a laugh that already had my stomach turning. “Didn’t peg you for the type, man. No idea you were into fat chicks!”The laughter that followed wasn’t just his. It came from a few of the others — the kind of thoughtless, mean laughter that burned hot under my skin.Something inside me snapped.Before my brain even caught up, my body was already moving. I turned, and the distance between us disappeared in a few long strides. Daniel’s grin faltered just as my fis

NoahThe party noise faded the farther I got from the house. By the time I reached my truck, parked a street over beneath a flickering streetlamp, it felt like another world.The windows were fogged slightly from the chill in the air, the bass still pulsing faintly in the distance — just enough to remind me how close I still was to all the chaos I’d walked away from.I dropped into the driver’s seat, shut the door, and let the silence swallow me whole.My hands still ached from hitting Daniel. My pulse hadn’t slowed since. Every second replayed like a loop — his stupid grin, that smug laugh, and then the words that tipped everything over the edge.“No idea you were into fat chicks, Carter.”Even thinking about it made my jaw clench all over again.There was something about the way he said it — not just to be cruel, but because he knew everyone would laugh. Like Jessa was a punchline, and that was just the natural order of things.I’d seen her flinch.Then I saw red.And I didn’t regre

MariahThe party was still buzzing when we left, but it wasn’t the same kind of buzz as before. The laughter had turned sharp, whispery, heavy with the kind of gossip that feeds off someone else’s pain.Jessa didn’t say a word as we made our way through the crowd. Heads turned. Eyes followed. No one dared to say anything now—not after the way she’d slapped Daniel—but the looks said enough. Half impressed. Half waiting for the next scene.I wanted to tell every single one of them to mind their damn business.Instead, I slipped my hand around Jessa’s arm and guided her toward the door. “Come on,” I whispered. “We’ve made enough of an impression for one night.”She didn’t resist. Her face was pale under the porch lights, and her eyes were glassy—like she was still trying to process everything that had just happened. I didn’t blame her. The girl had been through emotional whiplash in the span of twenty minutes.Once we reached my car, I opened the passenger door and helped her in before c

NoahThe football field sat dark and empty when I pulled up, the only light coming from the streetlamps along the lot. The party was still echoing in my head — the music, the laughter, Daniel’s smug voice.I parked a street over, like I always did when the lots filled up. It was quieter here. The night air was cold enough to bite as I got out, slamming the door harder than I meant to. My knuckles still throbbed from where they’d connected with Daniel’s jaw.I should’ve felt guilty.But I didn’t.I leaned back against the hood, staring out across the field. It looked different without the floodlights blazing — smaller, somehow. I’d spent years on that grass, sweating, running drills, taking hits. This place usually cleared my head. Tonight, it barely touched the noise inside me.All I could hear was Daniel’s voice.You into fat chicks now, Carter?He said it loud, like he wanted everyone to hear. Like Jessa was some kind of joke.The thought made my hands curl into fists again.I didn’