Invisible To Her Bully (Jessa and Noah) novel Chapter 53

Jessa

The stadium lights blazed bright against the night sky, casting the field in a golden glow. The crowd’s energy was electric, every cheer and groan rolling through the stands like thunder. Our team was on fire tonight, Jackson leading the charge like he always did.

I couldn’t help but get swept up in it.

For once, I wasn’t just Jackson’s twin sister sitting quietly on the sidelines.

Tonight, I felt… part of it.

I was wearing the shirt Mariah made for me—Jackson’s number glittering proudly across my chest—and she’d even convinced me to let her paint Noah’s number on my cheek before we left. At first, I’d felt self-conscious, but now, surrounded by people screaming and jumping to their feet, I felt like maybe I belonged.

“Look at Jackson go!” Mariah shouted beside me, bouncing up and down as he threw a perfect pass down the field.

The crowd exploded as our wide receiver caught it and ran it in for a touchdown. I leapt to my feet, cheering so loudly my throat burned.

Jackson was practically glowing under the lights, celebrating with the team in the end zone. He looked so confident, so completely in his element. My chest swelled with pride.

And maybe—just maybe—I felt a little thrill knowing Noah was out there too, helmet on, moving with that effortless power that made half the girls in school swoon.

It wasn’t just because he was gorgeous, though… even though he totally was.

It was how focused he looked. Like the whole world disappeared except for this game.

“Your brother and Noah are killing it tonight,” Mariah said, nudging me with her elbow.

“Yeah,” I said, grinning. “They’ve really got their rhythm.”

The buzzer blared, signaling halftime. People started streaming toward the concession stand, the smell of popcorn and grilled hot dogs wafting through the cool night air. My stomach rumbled.

“Ugh, I need nachos,” I said, my mouth already watering. “You want anything?”

Mariah laughed. “Nah, I’m good. Go grab your cheesy heaven, girl.”

I wound my way through the crowd, weaving between clusters of students and parents. The line for nachos wasn’t too bad, and as I waited, I found myself humming along to the marching band playing in the background.

For the first time in a long time, I felt… happy.

Like maybe things were starting to turn around.

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