Invisible To Her Bully (Jessa and Noah) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199

Jessa

Sleep 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 that stupid fluttery thing again.

I wasn’t used to this. To being… chosen.

To being the person someone wanted to sit next to. Talk to. Come over and see for no reason other than they missed me.

I stared at the wall and let the memories of tonight replay.

The way he’d looked at me when I came into the room. Like he was actually happy to see me. Like it mattered.

The way he listened when I talked. The way he laughed. The way his hand had brushed mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It all felt so… normal.

And maybe that was the strangest part.

I’d spent so long believing that if something good ever happened to me, it would have to be big and dramatic and fragile and temporary.

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This wasn’t any of that.

This was quiet. Easy. Warm.

And that scared me.

Because quiet happiness feels like something the universe eventually notices and decides to mess with.

I sighed and rolled onto my back again.

Part of me kept waiting for the catch,

For the moment I’d wake up and realize this was just another almost. Another thing that wasn’t really meant for

1. me.

What if tomorrow he saw me differently?

What if people’s comments got to him?

What if he realized he could do better?

The thoughts slipped in no matter how hard I tried to push them away.

But then another memory followed.

The way he’d looked at me earlier. Not like he was settling. Not like he was confused. Not like he was joking.

Like he meant it.

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