All Chapters of Invisible To Her Bully: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NoahThe lunchroom was its usual madhouse — the kind of place where trays clattered, conversations bounced off the walls, and the smell of overcooked pizza and fries hung thick in the air.I sat at our usual table with Jackson, Daniel, and a couple of the other guys from the team. Jackson was in full story mode, animatedly telling us about Friday night’s game plan, while Daniel sat there looking like he’d been chewing on nails all day. His jaw kept working, tight and angry, and he hadn’t said much since we sat down.I didn’t have to ask why.Everyone had been buzzing about what went down in the hallway this morning.Jessa destroyed him in front of half the school — and honestly? It was kind of hilarious. Even I couldn’t deny it. The way she marched right up to him and put him in his place was… well, unexpected.And yeah, I’d noticed her confidence. I always noticed her — not that I’d ever admit it out loud.Jackson was mid-sentence when Daniel slammed his tray down so hard his drink t

NoahThe late summer sun beat down on Schneider’s Field, making the turf shimmer like a black skillet. Sweat ran down my spine beneath my pads as the team lined up again, helmets clashing, voices shouting, the sound of the game echoing in the humid air.Normally, this was my place.The field was where everything made sense — where the world narrowed down to clean plays, fast routes, and bone-crunching hits.But today, my focus kept slipping.No matter how many times I told myself to lock in, I kept seeing Jessa’s face in the cafeteria.The way her expression crumbled when Daniel opened his mouth and spit out those ugly words.And the way she’d looked at me when I stood up for her — like she didn’t know what to make of it.Hell, I didn’t know what to make of it either.The whistle blew.I dropped into position, forcing everything else out of my head. The ball snapped, Jackson’s voice calling the play sharp and clear. I bolted downfield, cutting right, but my timing was a half-beat off.

NoahSchneider’s Field was alive with noise and heat.The bonfire roared in the center of the clearing, sparks shooting into the night sky like fireflies on steroids. Music blasted from somebody’s truck, and clusters of people were spread out everywhere — sitting on coolers, leaning against cars, tossing footballs around in the dark.It was a scene straight out of every small-town Friday night… except it was only Monday, and half the school had shown up anyway.I stood with Jackson and a few of the guys near the edge of the firelight, a soda in hand, pretending to be into their trash talk about Friday’s game. Jackson was hyped, his voice loud and confident, while Daniel was practically strutting as he retold some stupid play like he was God’s gift to football.I wasn’t really listening.I was scanning the crowd.Which was pathetic — and dangerous — because I knew exactly who I was looking for.Jessa.I told myself I just wanted to make sure she was okay after lunch. That was it. Total

JessaTuesday mornings were usually the worst — dragging myself out of bed, rushing around, barely having time to grab breakfast before school.But today?Today felt… different.I actually woke up smiling.The bonfire from last night replayed in my mind in little bursts — the crackle of the flames, the buzz of voices and laughter, Mariah dragging me around to meet people, and, of course, Noah.My cheeks warmed just thinking about him.The way his hand had brushed mine.The way his voice had gone low and rough when he’d told Daniel to back off.The way, for one heart-stopping second, I thought he might actually kiss me.Spoiler alert: he didn’t.But he almost did, and that almost was currently wreaking havoc on my brain.I groaned and buried my face in my pillow for a second before forcing myself to get up.It was going to be hard enough facing him today without looking like a complete disaster.When Mariah pulled up in her Jeep, she was practically buzzing with energy.She leaned acro

JessaBy the time the last bell rang on Tuesday, I was more than ready to escape.The day had been surprisingly… good.Better than I expected after the chaos of the bonfire and the drama at lunch yesterday.Today had felt almost normal.No hallway showdowns. No Daniel running his mouth in my direction.And — thankfully — no near-heart attacks from almost kissing Noah Carter under a sky full of sparks.Of course, almost was doing a lot of heavy lifting there.Because that moment?It was still replaying in my mind on a constant loop, like my own personal highlight reel.The way his hand brushed my hair back, the way his voice dropped to that low, husky tone that made my knees weak, and the way his face had been so close to mine I could’ve counted his eyelashes…Yeah. Impossible to forget.But today, at least, he’d kept his distance.He’d been at lunch with Jackson and the rest of the team, laughing and loud as usual.The only sign that last night had even happened was a single glance he