All Chapters of Invisible To Her Bully: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

JessaBy the time I slipped out of my heels and set them carefully by my bed, the house was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of quiet that makes you notice everything—the faint hum of the fridge downstairs, the tick of the clock on my wall, the rustle of my dress as I eased it off and hung it gently in the closet like it was something fragile. Something important.Because it was.I stood there for a long moment just looking at it. The fabric still held a bit of warmth from my body, a faint trace of perfume and nerves and laughter. It didn’t look like a costume anymore. It looked like proof.Tonight had actually happened.I sat on the edge of my bed, still in my slip, hair loose around my shoulders, and let myself breathe. Really breathe. My chest felt full in a way I wasn’t used to—like my heart had been stretched and didn’t quite know how to settle back into its usual guarded place.Homecoming.I’d danced. I’d laughed. I’d been kissed—openly, confidently, without anyone pretending it didn’

NoahBy the time I stepped onto campus that morning, it felt like Ridgeville had decided to wake up loud.Not literally—no alarms or sirens—but the looks were louder. The glances. The pauses in conversation that didn’t quite stop, just dipped low enough for me to notice. It wasn’t hostile. It wasn’t even mean, most of the time.It was curious.Evaluating.Like everyone had woken up and decided today was the day they were going to take stock of things.And somehow, I was part of that inventory now.I slid my hands into the pockets of my hoodie and made my way toward my locker, trying to ignore the fact that two freshmen I didn’t know were whispering and looking directly at me. Not at my jersey. Not at my size.At me.This was new.Usually, when people noticed me, it was because of football. Because I was big. Because I blocked well. Because I stood next to Jackson on the field.Now it felt like they were noticing me because of who I was choosing to stand next to off the field.I found

JessaThe car ride to school felt wrong in the quietest way.Not the kind of wrong that made your stomach drop or your pulse spike—just the subtle, unsettling feeling that the world had shifted slightly to the left while you weren’t looking.Mariah drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping along to the radio. She looked normal. Relaxed. Like this was just another Monday morning after another weekend.But it wasn’t.Homecoming had happened.Noah had kissed me in front of half the town.Jackson was Homecoming King.And somehow, everything felt louder now.“So,” Mariah said, keeping her eyes on the road. “Does it feel like everything changed overnight since Homecoming?”I watched the familiar streets slide past the window—same houses, same cracked sidewalks, same corner where kids always smoked before school.“No,” I said slowly. “Not overnight.”She glanced at me. “Yeah?”“It feels like it’s been changing longer than that,” I admitted. “Homecoming just… made it obvious.”She w

NoahThe walk away from Jessa’s house felt longer than it should’ve.Not because anything bad happened.Because everything felt… heavier in a good way.The kind of heavy that sits in your chest and makes you replay a smile over and over like it’s a favorite song.I got into my truck and just sat there for a second, hands on the steering wheel, staring at nothing.She’d looked at me like she believed me tonight.That was new.That mattered.I started the engine and pulled away, telling myself not to overthink it.Which, obviously, didn’t work.⸻The next morning felt… different.Not movie-montage different.Just… lighter.I walked into Ridgeville High with Jackson beside me, and for once he wasn’t immediately talking about football or class or something stupid Daniel used to say.He was quiet. Thoughtful.“You good?” I asked him.He glanced at me. “Yeah. Just… getting used to things being different.”“Like what?”He smirked. “Like my best friend dating my sister. Still weird.”“Still w

JessaSleep wasn’t happening.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, the room dark except for the faint glow of my phone screen on the nightstand. I wasn’t even touching it. I’d already checked it three times. No new messages.Not that I needed any.My brain was too loud.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Noah leaning against the kitchen counter. Noah sitting on the couch. Noah smiling at me like it was the easiest thing in the world.Noah.I rolled onto my side and hugged my pillow, pressing my face into it like that might quiet my thoughts.It was ridiculous how fast everything had changed.A few weeks ago, my biggest concern was getting through the school day without someone saying something that would stick in my head for hours. Without Daniel’s voice. Without the looks. Without feeling like I was constantly taking up too much space in the world.Now I had a boyfriend.Boyfriend.The word still felt unreal.I tried saying it in my head. Noah is my boyfriend.My stomach did tha