Todos os capítulos de Invisible To Her Bully: Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

MariahBy the time last period ended, I was already done with the day.Not because anything bad happened.That was the weird part.Nothing had happened.No whispers.No looks.No random girl trying to start something just because she was bored.Just… normal school.Which should’ve felt good.And it did.Mostly.But it also left this strange empty space where the chaos used to be.Like my brain didn’t quite know what to do without it.I leaned against my locker, shoving my books into my bag, when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.Jackson.Of course.He was coming down the hallway with Noah, the two of them talking about something I didn’t care enough to pay attention to.What I did notice?The way Jackson’s eyes found me without even trying.Like it was automatic.Like I was just… where he looked now.I pretended not to notice.Because obviously I’m not giving him that satisfaction.But I did.Notice.He stopped in front of me, one shoulder leaning casually against the loc

JacksonI should’ve known it wasn’t going to stay simple.Nothing ever did.Not with us.Not in this town.Not when it actually mattered.⸻Mariah’s TV room was quieter than usual.Not awkward quiet.Just… settled.We were on the couch, her tucked against me like she belonged there, the TV playing something neither of us were paying attention to.My arm was around her shoulders, her fingers loosely tangled with mine.Normal.That word still felt weird.Normal didn’t happen often for us.Which was probably why my brain decided now was the perfect time to ruin it.I glanced down at her.She was focused on the screen, but not really watching.Just… existing.Comfortable.And for some reason, that made what I was about to say feel heavier.“Hey,” I said.She hummed slightly.“Yeah?”I hesitated.Then—“Jess told Noah.”She went still.Not dramatically.Just enough that I felt it.“About what?” she asked.“Oregon.”Her head tilted back slightly so she could look at me.“…Oregon?”And yeah.

JessaI already knew before I opened the email.That was the worst part.Not the reading it.Not the numbers.Just… knowing.Still, I opened my laptop anyway.Because there’s always that tiny, stupid part of your brain that hopes maybe something changed overnight.Maybe the number got smaller.Maybe some miracle scholarship appeared.Maybe reality decided to take a day off.The screen loaded.There it was.Estimated remaining cost: $27,840 per year.My chest tightened.I stared at it for a long time.Long enough for the number to stop looking like a number and start feeling like a wall.A really tall one.One I couldn’t climb.One I couldn’t go around.One that wasn’t going anywhere.I leaned back in my chair slowly, pressing my lips together.“Okay,” I whispered.Not okay.But… okay.Because this?This was real.And pretending it wasn’t wasn’t going to change anything.I closed the laptop.Gently.Like somehow slamming it would make it worse.For a minute, I just sat there.My room w

JessaThe mall wasn’t busy.Not dead, but not packed either—the kind of in-between where you could actually hear yourself think. Soft music playing from somewhere, the hum of conversations blending into the background, the smell of pretzels and coffee drifting through the air.Mariah walked beside me, sipping on an iced drink, her eyes flicking over storefronts like she was looking for something to judge.“You realize,” she said casually, “we came here to ‘walk around’ and have now passed the same three stores twice.”I glanced at her.“We’re processing.”She snorted. “You’re processing. I’m just here for emotional support and a possible pretzel.”I smiled a little.“That’s fair.”We walked a few more steps in silence.Then—“I still don’t understand.”I knew what she meant before she even looked at me.“Why you didn’t tell me,” she said, stopping in front of a store window. “About Oregon. About all of it.”There wasn’t anger in her voice.But there was something else.Something quiet

JessaIt was quiet.Too quiet for a school that had spent the last four years feeling like it was always watching me.The front doors were unlocked—probably because of some after-school event—but the halls were empty. No lockers slamming. No voices echoing. No whispers trailing behind me like shadows.Just… silence.I stepped inside anyway.I don’t even know why I came.Maybe I needed to see it like this.Without the noise.Without the people.Without the version of me that always existed here.My boots echoed against the tile as I walked down the main hallway. The sound felt louder than it should’ve, like the building wasn’t used to someone moving through it alone.I passed my locker.Stopped.For a second, I just stared at it.This stupid metal box that somehow held so many versions of me.The girl who kept her head down.The girl who pretended not to hear things.The girl who believed everything people said about her.I reached out, resting my fingers against the cool metal.“You’r