Invisible To Her Bully (Jessa and Noah) novel Chapter 60

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Jessa

The noise of the crowd faded into a dull roar, like I was underwater.

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I just stood there, frozen in the middle of the chaos, while everyone around me celebrated. The field lights were blinding, and the smell of sweat and fried food mixed in the air, making my stomach churn.

But none of that mattered.

All I could hear were Daniel’s words echoing in my head.

“…the only reason Noah’s paying attention to you is because he lost a bet.”

At first, they hadn’t registered. My mind had been spinning too fast, still caught on Noah’s hands cupping my face, the way he’d kissed me like he’d been holding back for years.

But now?

Now those words hit me like a freight train.

A hot flush burned across my cheeks, my chest tightening as realization sank in.

It wasn’t real.

He wasn’t real.

The kiss. The stolen glances. The jealousy over me wearing Jackson’s number.

All of it–a joke. A bet.

My throat closed up, and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.

Somewhere nearby, people were shouting Jackson’s name, cheering for the win, celebrating like this was the best night of their lives.

But for me, it felt like the ground had cracked open beneath my feet, ready to swallow me whole.

I stumbled backward, barely aware of Mariah yelling my name until her hand closed around my wrist.

“Jessa!” she shouted over the noise, her face a blur through my tears. “Hey–hey, what happened? You’re white

as a sheet,”

I tried to answer, but my voice came out broken, strangled. “He–Daniel–he said-” My breath hitched so

hard I couldn’t finish.

Mariah’s eyes sharpened instantly. She didn’t press, didn’t make me explain. Instead, she wrapped her arm around my shoulders and started steering me through the crowd.

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“Come on,” she said firmly. “We’re getting you out of here.”

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I let her guide me, my legs moving on autopilot. My vision blurred as tears spilled down my cheeks. Every time I blinked, I saw Noah’s face. The way he’d looked at me like I actually mattered for once.

But I couldn’t. The pain clawed at me from the inside, too raw, too sharp.

“I’m so tired of this,” I sobbed, words tumbling out in a rush. “I’m so tired of being the butt of the joke. Of always being the one people laugh at. No matter what I do, it’s never enough. I try so hard, Mariah. I try to be pretty, to fit in, to not take up so much space, but-” My voice cracked, breaking completely. “But I can’t. I’ll never be like them. I’ll never be good enough for anyone.”

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