Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 49: hopefully bruh 😭

"Christ, Bella, why didn't you say it yesterday? That was literally your chance."
I groaned, slamming a textbook into my locker a little harder than I meant to. The metal echoed down the hallway, mixing with the hum of first-period chatter and squeaking sneakers.
I wasn't even supposed to be at school today, but Elara got called back into work again because Emily is an incompetent idiot who can't function without her.
Bella leaned against the locker beside mine, arms crossed, watching me with that soft, stubborn devotion that always made my chest feel too tight.
"I don't know, my mind just went blank."
Her voice cracked slightly, like she hated herself for it. Her hand slid across my back, nails scraping lightly — enough to send a shiver down my spine.
"I swear I'll do it today. It's Friday after all."
I shut my locker with a sharp, echoing clang, turning to face her. "You better, or else I'll be really disappointed." I wasn't trying to sound threatening, but the words came out harsher than intended — fueled by impatience, anxiety, hope, fear... everything tangled.
"I will," she said, stepping closer. "I promise."
We fell into step together as I walked toward first period, her elbow brushing my shoulder with every step. The hallway was crowded, bodies bumping past us in both directions, and for a moment everything felt weirdly surreal — like the world had shifted just slightly on its axis.
The walls were suddenly lined with construction-paper turkeys, orange streamers, posters about canned food drives and "gratitude poems."
When did those get up? Had I seriously been that out of it lately?
"Oh yeahhhh, you absolutely have to, Bella." My voice softened as I looked up at her. "I want to be able to love you both on Thanksgiving, after all..."
Her smirk grew slowly, deliberately — like she'd been waiting to hear me say that.
Her blue eyes were almost glowing, filled with something fierce and protective and terrifyingly warm.
"I'm gonna give you a fucking that'll make you grateful..." Bella purred into my ear, her voice dripping with possessive confidence.
A violent shiver crawled up my spine, my knees nearly buckling. Holy fuck. I love this woman.
I was just about to step through the doorway into Ms. Rose's class when a girl I had never seen before slid right in front of me, blocking the entrance like she owned the hallway. Red hair, sharp green eyes, looking me up and down like she was evaluating merchandise.
"Woah, Noah. Not gonna say hi after this long?" she said with a mocking pout. "Ouch. You can make it up to me by... hmmm, let's see..."
What the fuck? I didn't even recognize her face. My stomach twisted — I already knew where this was heading.
"Oh! I know what you can do," she grinned. "Let's go to the bathroom and I can go down on—"
She didn't get to finish.
Bella exploded forward, grabbing the girl by the collar and flinging her into the lockers hard enough to shake the metal frame. The crack made half the hallway jerk their heads up. The girl collapsed, clutching her skull, groaning — that was definitely a concussion.
"The principal will understand," Bella growled, not even sparing the girl another glance. She placed a firm hand on the my nape and ushered me into the classroom.
"Come on, Noah."
We took our usual seats all the way in the back, the atmosphere thick and buzzing. I could feel the few students eyes burning holes through us, but Bella sat relaxed, like nothing had happened.
"Bella Haywood," Ms. Rose said from her desk, voice stern but confused. "Why are you still coming to this class?"
Bella didn't flinch. She leaned back in the chair, legs spread, confidence radiating like heat.
"Noah's the reason. I won't be in this school much longer anyway," she said coolly. "Noah won't be either."
Ms. Rose's gaze snapped to me. "Is that true, Noah? But you have so much potential—"
I hated when she did that — always digging into my life, always trying to sculpt my future like it was hers to plan. My chest tightened, heat crawling up my throat.
"Y–Yeah," I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm thinking of becoming a house husband actually. Haha..."
The room went silent.
Bella's hand slipped under the desk and squeezed my thigh possessively. I swallowed hard.
"Well, as long as you're happy, I suppose..." Ms. Rose sighed, leaning back in her chair with a look that hovered somewhere between disappointment and helpless resignation.
Before I could say anything else, the bell shrilled through the hallway, and the classroom immediately flooded with students. Backpacks slammed down, chairs scraped across the floor, and voices filled every inch of space around us.
Bella just let out a huge yawn, stretching her arms above her head before letting them fall limply across the desk. She rested her cheek against her folded arms, eyes half-lidded and uncaring, already drifting somewhere far away from the chaos around us.
I pulled a notebook from my bag and opened to a blank page, clicking my pen as I settled into my seat. I let my hand move on instinct, doodling whatever came to mind... shapes, eyes, hands, maybe Bella's profile when she wasn't looking. Something to keep my brain occupied.
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"Hey, lunch doesn't look too half bad today. Maybe this means luck is on our side—we're gonna need it for later..." I said, balancing my tray while the line inched forward. The smell of greasy pizza and fresh chicken wings filled the air, thick and warm. Pizza and wings on a Friday? That's basically a miracle for this school.
"Yummy," Bella murmured, inhaling deeply like she was savoring the scent alone. With the way her eyes practically sparkled, she looked like she could devour the entire kitchen storage if they let her.
One of the lunch workers handed me two slices and four wings—perfectly enough for me. I stepped aside and glanced back to see Bella receiving six slices stacked dangerously high and ten wings like it was nothing. I didn't even know you could ask for extras. Guess rules never applied to her anyway.
"Are you sure you're gonna have enough space in your stomach for dinner later?" I asked, raising a brow as I carried my tray toward our usual spot—all the way in the back, isolated from everyone else.
Bella followed close, dropped into the seat beside me, and without hesitation started tearing into her food. The sounds she made were borderline feral, absolutely demolishing her plate like it wronged her in another life.
Meanwhile, I picked up one wing and took my time, chewing slowly as I watched her in disbelief.
God, she's terrifying... and kinda amazing.
"Alright, Bella—listen," I said, lowering my voice and leaning slightly closer so no one else could hear. "The plan for later is: before we eat, just say it. There's a higher chance she'll say yes. You know how she is—she never skips out on dinner. Hell, I'll even make cookies for us after... celebration cookies or whatever."
Bella nodded aggressively while ripping apart a chicken wing with her teeth, sauce smeared at the corner of her mouth like war paint. I couldn't help but stare into her eyes—those deep, fierce blue eyes that always made me feel safe, like she'd tear the world apart for me if she had to.
My mind drifted, slipping away into the fantasy I'd built a thousand times: Elara saying yes, the three of us together without secrets or tension. A quiet house tucked away in the middle of nowhere, sunlight through pine trees, laughter echoing through a warm kitchen. Two rings on my finger instead of one. Kids running through the halls, fighting over toys and climbing into bed in the mornings. Bella's arms around me from one side, Elara's from the other—peace, real peace.
I sighed to myself, the image dissolving like smoke.
Hopefully soon.
Bella swallowed her food hard and placed her hand on my thigh, squeezing gently as if she could read my thoughts.
"We're gonna make it happen," she muttered, confidence dripping from her voice. "I swear."