Not Another Cliche

Prologue: Repeat

Days in Ari's life usually went like this: wake up, do normal morning routine, make herself breakfast, leave the mansion, go to school, take notes in class, eat alone, study alone, come home, eat dinner, lie to parents, do homework, read, go to bed.

Repeat. 

Repeat, repeat, repeat. 

That was all she had ever done since she started high school in the town she grew up in. But the familiarity of life went out the window and left her all alone when the first day of school came around in early August. There were students from different schools she didn't know, people she didn't recognize, and people she did know but pretended otherwise. So she had shrugged that day, deciding that she didn't need friends to make her happy, and they would just distract her from doing her work in class. Ari had come up with a little routine so she was always on track, so she would always know what to do next, and how much time it should take. She had never strayed even the tiniest bit away from her routine. Never, ever since she created it almost a year ago. But nothing lasts forever, that, Ari knows too well. For someone messed up her life for the worst.

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Ryder Griffin never knew what the word: order meant. He would do what he wanted, where he wanted, but never stayed past the time he was supposed to come home. His days were always in a pattern: wake up, get ready, skip breakfast, go to school, mess around in class, eat a bit of snack but skip lunch, go to football practice, flirt with all the girls who he thought were gullible, go wherever with whoever, come home, pretend to do homework, eat dinner, pretend to sleep, pass out from exhaustion. 

Repeat. 

He never noticed his pattern, and if he did, he would never care to change it. When the first day of high school came around, he was actually really happy that he could possibly keep up his good grades, since it now finally mattered. But he met the "right" friends, and never checked his grades. He had been surprised as to when he made Varsity Football in his Freshman year but was also surprised when he found out he actually had to have good grades in order to keep football. So he tried just a smudge and barely passed. It went on repeat like that up until Junior year, when one of the worst things in his life happened.