Semua Bab Invisible To Her Bully: Bab 121 - Bab 130

JessaThe late afternoon sun dipped low over the football field, staining the bleachers gold and orange. Most of the crowd had already cleared out, leaving behind the faint smell of sweat and grass and that distant hum from the stadium lights that never quite went away.I leaned against Mariah’s car, pretending to scroll through my phone even though my screen had been dark for the last ten minutes. Waiting wasn’t usually a big deal — but waiting for Noah Carter was something else entirely.The locker room door finally creaked open, and players started spilling out, voices loud, cleats clacking against the pavement. Jackson was one of the first to appear, his duffel thrown over his shoulder. He spotted me instantly, his brows knitting.Then Noah walked out beside him, his hair still damp, practice shirt clinging to him in a way that made it suddenly hard to look directly at him without my brain short-circuiting.Jackson’s gaze flicked from me to Noah and back again. “You sure you’re ok

JacksonJessa and Noah had barely pulled out of the lot when Mariah glanced over at me, a slow grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. Noah’s truck disappeared down the street, taillights fading into the orange wash of the late afternoon. I shoved my hands into my hoodie pocket, pretending not to think too hard about the fact that my twin sister just left with my best friend.“So…” Mariah tilted her head, that teasing look already in her eyes. “What do we do now?”I huffed out a laugh. “I don’t know—grab food, hang around, act like we didn’t just watch my best friend drive off with my sister?”She smirked. “Or you could stop pretending you’re not freaking out about it.”“Who says I’m freaking out?”She arched an eyebrow. “The vein popping out of your neck kind of gives it away.”I snorted and leaned back against my car, running a hand through my hair. “I’m not freaking out,” I said again, though even I didn’t sound convinced. “It’s just… weird, you know? Noah and Jessa. Never thought

NoahBy the time I made it through the front doors, I was already regretting coming to school early.Every hallway felt louder than usual, lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, people laughing too hard about nothing. And somehow, I was the only one hyper-aware of every single sound — because all I could think about was her.Jessa Lombardi.We hadn’t talked since last night. Just one text from me — got home okay, goodnight — and a heart emoji from her that I must’ve stared at for ten straight minutes like an idiot.Now, walking into school, all I could think was: what if she regrets it? What if I messed everything up?Jackson was already at his locker when I got there, tossing his gym bag inside and slamming the door like it had done him wrong. “Dude, you look like you didn’t sleep,” he said.I forced a smirk. “Did you?”“Barely.” He shut his locker and leaned against it. “Had a late night.”I didn’t ask — didn’t need to. I knew he’d been with Mariah. Just thinking about that made my s

JessaBy the time lunch rolled around, I was starving—but also kind of nervous.Word had definitely spread about me and Noah. You didn’t need to be psychic to feel the stares following us down the hallways all morning. A week ago, everyone was whispering about Daniel getting kneed in the balls; now it was about the “chubby twin” catching the attention of one of Ridgeville’s star players.I tried to pretend I didn’t care. But when Noah showed up beside me in the cafeteria line, all calm and casual, holding his tray like nothing was different, my stomach did this ridiculous flip.“You want to sit together?” he asked, voice low but steady.I blinked up at him, a little caught off guard. “Here? At lunch?”He smirked. “That’s usually where lunch happens.”“Very funny,” I said, rolling my eyes to hide how warm my face suddenly felt.Mariah, already in line behind us, raised an eyebrow and said, “Yes, he means here. With us. You two might as well stop pretending you’re allergic to each other

JacksonI was halfway through a burger when my phone buzzed on the coffee table.Another notification. I almost ignored it—thought it was one of the group chats lighting up with memes again. But when I glanced down and saw the name, my stomach sank.Shane:Yo, you talk to Carter?Saw some stuff in the parking lot after practice. Looked heated.I frowned and typed back.Me:What kind of stuff?The three dots blinked for a few seconds. Then:Shane:Didn’t catch all of it. Just him and Daniel going at it.Looked bad, bro.I set the burger down, suddenly not hungry anymore.Great. Another mess. Another reason for Coach to lose his mind.I leaned back on the couch, rubbing a hand over my face.Part of me wanted to believe it was nothing. Maybe just words, not fists. But knowing those two… that was wishful thinking.The house was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint buzz of the TV I wasn’t watching. Mom was still at the hospital, working the late shift. Jessa was in he