Unpleasant love

Chapter 1

Marry

As the doorbell chimed, I found myself staring at Ivy White's Instagram profile. Not only did I have a secret crush on the school's president, but she was also openly lesbian, while I remained closeted. I pushed these thoughts aside. Having anything with a girl seemed like the most impossible thing ever, especially given my strict and conveniently homophobic family. It was my "destiny" to marry a rich Turkish man.

"Ben sana kaç kere kapıyı kilitleme diyecem," my mother burst into the living room, scolding me for locking the front door. "Will you stop staring at your phone and help your dear mother with these groceries, kızım?"

"Kızım," I took pride in my mother's Turkish heritage, not minding her accent, even after decades of living in England. I cherished the enthusiasm in her voice when she spoke to me in Turkish. "I'm heading to Aunt Nancy's. I've left some money on the counter in case you get hungry." My mom grabbed the keys from the rack. "Oh, and Micah's new tutor is coming today. Keep an eye on them." I had completely forgotten that my little brother had requested a new tutor after an incident involving the tutor touching his sacred Lego sets. I can't even blame him. Not even I, as his sister am allowed to touch his Lego. "Okay. I love you; have fun, Mama." i said, but she was already out the door.

Settling in for the evening, I made myself comfortable to watch my all-time favorite movie, "Little Women." I reached for the remote to increase the volume and enjoy the captivating soundtrack. I sat down, grabbed the hot chocolate I had prepared earlier, and closed my eyes with a smile.
But my plans were interrupted by the doorbell ringing once more. I cursed under my breath; I had forgotten about the tutor again. "Micah, open the door; your tutor is here," I called out louder than I intended to, but received no response. "Micah, are you deaf?" I muttered, turning around to locate my clearly hearing-impaired brother. He must be playing with his PlayStation again.

"Micah, I am so tired of dealing with this all the time!" I shouted, this time even louder, just to make sure he hears me. I angrily walked up to the door and paused in front of it before I plastered a fake smile on my face.
After I was done preparing for the same "Welcome. Make yourself comfortable" speech, I opened the door with the brightest smile known to man.

As I looked up, my smile slowly faded away because the person standing in front of me was someone who could ruin my evening by just being in the same room as me: Olivia Farag, probably the laziest girl in school. There's no way that she, out of everyone, was my brother's tutor.