Invisible To Her Bully (Jessa and Noah) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220

Jessa

Weeks passed.

Not in a dramatic, movie–montage way where everything suddenly became perfect.

More like… life just kept going.

The leaves outside Ridgeville High turned brittle and brown, then disappeared altogether. The air got sharper. The mornings got darker. Teachers started mentioning finals like it was a threat.

And the holidays started showing up everywhere.

Christmas lights wrapped around porch railings. Stores blasted music that made you feel weirdly nostalgic even if you weren’t nostalgic. Someone in the cafeteria wore a Santa hat unironically.

It was like the whole world was shifting into something softer.

And in some ways…

So was I.

The chatter had died down.

Mostly.

People weren’t whispering every time Noah walked beside me anymore. They weren’t filming us in the hallways like we were some kind of social experiment.

The internet had moved on, because of course it had. The internet always moved on.

Now it was just… normal.

Noah texting me dumb things during class.

Noah showing up at my locker like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Noah kissing my forehead in the hallway like he didn’t care who saw.

And I’d gotten used to it.

Not in the way you get used to something boring.

In the way you get used to warmth.

Like your body stops bracing for cold.

Like you forget what it felt like to always be waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But…

That didn’t mean the world suddenly became kind.

There were still moments.

Little ones.

Sharp ones.

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Like stepping on glass you didn’t see.

It happened on a Tuesday morning when the halls smelled like peppermint mocha from the teachers‘ lounge and someone had hung paper snowflakes in the windows.

I was at my locker, pulling out my English book, when I heard it.

Not loud.

Not meant for me to hear.

Which almost made it worse.

“How does a fat girl land a guy like Noah Carter?”

A pause.

Then another voice, quieter but cruel in the way only girls could be.

“Seriously. Like… does he have a savior complex or something?”

They laughed.

Not even big laughter.

Just that little snickering sound that made my stomach twist.

I didn’t turn around.

I kept my hands steady, even though suddenly they didn’t feel like mine.

I focused on the cold metal of my locker door.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Ignore it.

That’s what I told myself.

Ignore it.

Because I wasn’t fourteen anymore, crying in the bathroom after someone left a note in my backpack.

Because I had Noah now.

Because things were different.

Because I was different.

But the words still sank in anyway.

Fat girl.

Like it was my name.

Like it was the only thing people saw when they looked at me.

Not my laugh.

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Not my grades.

Not the fact that I’d started raising my hand in class more.

Not the fact that I was trying.

Just….

Fat girl.

I shut my locker harder than I meant to.

Mariah appeared beside me like she always did, like she had some internal radar for when my mood shifted.

Her eyes narrowed immediately.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Jessa.”

I sighed, leaning back against the locker. “It’s just… people.”

Mariah’s mouth tightened. “People are bored.”

“It’s not boredom,” I muttered. “It’s… I don’t know. Like they can’t stand it.”

“Stand what?”

I swallowed.

“Stand that he’s with me.”

Mariah stared at me for a long second.

Then she scoffed.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what it is.”

I blinked. “What?”

“They can’t stand it,” she said, voice sharper now. “Because you’re not supposed to win, according to their stupid little high school rulebook.”

“That’s not-”

“It is,” she insisted. “They decided a long time ago who gets to be loved easily. Who gets to be chosen without question. And when someone steps outside that script, it makes them uncomfortable.”

I looked down at my shoes.

“But maybe they’re right,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

Mariah’s expression softened instantly.

“Jess…”

I hated that my throat felt tight.

I snorted. “Mariah.”