Invisible To Her Bully (Jessa and Noah) novel Chapter 102

By the time I finally made it home, the sky was already turning pale gray- morning actually begins.

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– that dead quiet hour before

Jackson and I had spent half the night sitting in a booth at the diner off Route 17, nursing cold coffee and saying a lot without saying much. We talked around the fight, around Jessa, around everything that had happened. Neither of us really had answers, just exhaustion.

Now, walking through my front door, all I wanted was sleep – or silence.

Instead, my phone wouldn’t stop vibrating in my pocket.

I dropped my keys on the counter, toed off my shoes, and pulled the phone out.

The screen lit up with notification after notification.

Mentions. Group chats. Snap tags.

Dozens of them.

“Dude, Carter lost it last night!”

“Noah actually decked Daniel – and for Jessa Lombardi??”

“Check the video!”

I didn’t even want to open them.

But I did.

Videos everywhere.

Grainy, shaky, loud.

Someone had caught the whole thing

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Daniel’s mouth running, the shove, the punch, the chaos.

I didn’t have to watch it twice to feel the heat rise in my neck.

And the comments were already rolling in.

“Didn’t know Carter was into the QB’s sister.”

“Guess he likes the charity cases.”

“Hero complex much?”

I shut the phone off and set it face down on the table before I threw it through a wall.

17:21 Fri, Oct 17

Chapter 102

I didn’t regret what I did. Not for one second.

But I hated that Jessa was the one paying the price for it.

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The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator. I could smell coffee – Mom’s morning ritual — and the faint sound of my dad moving around upstairs.

They hadn’t seen the video yet. I knew it was only a matter of time.

I filled a glass with water from the sink and leaned against the counter, trying to breathe through the anger sitting in my chest.

I’d thrown one punch. Just one. But somehow it had exploded into a circus.

When footsteps came down the hall, I straightened.

Mom appeared first, robe tied, hair pulled back. “You’re home late.”

“Yeah,” I said, voice rough. “Went to the diner with Jackson.”

Her brow furrowed. “You two have a fight?”

“You could say that.”

Before she could ask more, Dad came in, already dressed for the day. He took one look at my face, then at the phone buzzing on the counter.

“Something happen?” he asked evenly.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

His gaze didn’t waver. “You want to start explaining before we hear it from someone else?”

I hesitated. “Daniel ran his mouth. I told him to shut up. He didn’t.”

“And you hit him,” Dad finished.

“I know,” I said, jaw tightening. “But if you’d heard what he said about Jessa-“I stopped myself. “I just… couldn’t walk away this time.”

Dad’s eyes lingered on me. “You’re a good kid, Noah. But you’ve got to start thinking about what comes next before you swing.”

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