Invisible To Her Bully (Jessa and Noah) novel Chapter 210

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The third quarter started the way the first half should’ve.

Fast.

Clean.

Focused.

Coach’s voice was still ringing in my cars when we took the field, and for once, it actually worked. We moved the ball with purpose. No stupid penalties. No trying to play hero–ball.

Just football.

On the opening drive, I kept it simple. Short passes. Quick reads. Let the guys do their jobs.

Noah was a wall.

Every time Daniel tried to get inside his head, Noah just drove him back instead.

Good.

Let him choke on that.

We marched down the field and punched it in.

14-17.

The stadium exploded.

I glanced at the stands again—Jessa was on her feet now, clapping, her face lit up in a way that made something in my chest loosen.

Westbrook wasn’t smiling anymore.

Daniel definitely wasn’t.

They came back aggressive.

A couple big plays. A couple of lucky breaks.

They tied it.

17-17.

And suddenly it felt like everything was balanced on a knife’s edge.

On the next series, Daniel finally snapped.

He cheap–shotted Noah after the whistle.

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Right in front of the ref.

Flag.

The crowd booed.

Noah just looked at him and said something I couldn’t hear–but whatever it was made Daniel’s face go red. “Keep running your mouth,” Noah muttered as he walked away. “It’s all you’ve got left.”

I clapped Noah on the shoulder. “That’s how you do it.”

Daniel stared holes into both of us.

Good.

Late third quarter, we forced a turnover.

I felt it shift then.

Momentum.

The kind you can almost taste.

We scored again.

17-24.

Now we were the ones smiling.

The fourth quarter was war.

Westbrook came out desperate.

They scored.

24-24.

Then they held us.

Then we held them.

Every play felt like it might break something.

My lungs were on fire. My arms felt like lead. My helmet was full of noise and breath and shouting.

And then-

They made a mistake.

A bad snap.

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We recovered.

Coach’s eyes locked on me.

“Let’s finish this,” he said.

We were on the 28–yard line.

First down.

I looked at the huddle.

Everyone was exhausted.

Everyone was locked in.

“Same play,” I said. “On my call.”

We broke.

I scanned the field.

Noah was set.

Daniel lined up across from him.

I could see it in Daniel’s posture–he wanted to be the one to end this.

Too bad.

The ball snapped.

The pocket collapsed faster than I liked.

Nobody was open.

For half a second, panic flickered.

Then I saw it.

A gap.

Small.

But real.

I didn’t think.

I just went.

I took off, cut inside, and ran.

I heard someone shout.

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Felt a hand graze my jersey.

Then another.

But they were too late.

The crowd noise turned into a roar.

Ten yards.

Five.

I dove.

The world exploded.

Touchdown.

I lay there for half a second, staring at the lights.

Then Noah was on me.

Then half the team.

“YOU CRAZY SON OF A-” someone yelled.

The scoreboard ticked.

24-31.

We kicked the extra point.

24-32.

Westbrook got one last possession.

They didn’t make it past midfield.

When the final whistle blew, I felt something inside me finally let go.

We won.

The field went insane.

Students flooded the sidelines.

The band was playing.

People were shouting my name.

Clapping me on the helmet.

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