Life Match

Life Match Life Match

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

In the future, upon turning eighteen you are entered into a matching pool with fellow neighbors, students, and others from your home town. When Sage Harris is matched with her worst enemy and the bully from her youth, Azariah Daniels, she is intent on fighting him on everything he does. As their week together flies by she does the unthinkable--- She falls for him. But when their world is torn apart they fight for what the want without falling for temptation. Also availible on wattpad.com

Summary

In the future, upon turning eighteen you are entered into a matching pool with fellow neighbors, students, and others from your home town. When Sage Harris is matched with her worst enemy and the bully from her youth, Azariah Daniels, she is intent on fighting him on everything he does.

As their week together flies by she does the unthinkable--- She falls for him.

But when their world is torn apart they fight for what the want without falling for temptation.

Also availible on wattpad.com

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Test

Author Chapter Note

In the future, upon turning eighteen you are entered into a matching pool with fellow neighbors, students, and others from your home town. When Sage Harris is matched with her worst enemy and the bully from her youth, Azariah Daniels, she is intent on fighting him on everything he does.<br /> <br /> As their week together flies by she does the unthinkable--- She falls for him.<br /> <br /> But when their world is torn apart they fight for what the want without falling for temptation.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 15, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 15, 2015

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I watch the sun sink below the horizon. My best friend, Jericho, is next to me, his round face illuminated in the glow of the sun. His golden locks appear to glow as he looks at me with his warm brown eyes, and quickly goes back to looking out across the water. We’ve had this ritual together since middle school.
However, soon we won’t see each other at all. I’m look at my graduation gown and frown. Tomorrow we will have to test into the Life Partner system. I grab Jericho’s hand and he squeezes it. In one simple action I feel a ton better. I hope I will be matched with him, but am afraid I won’t, considering how people who have already befriended each other don’t tend to match. Something to do with the Friend Zone effect. 
We leave with just enough daylight to make it home before curfew. Before we do, we toss our caps off the cliff and into the water.
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I lace my fingers through my friend Jericho’s hand. He squeezes my hand, but quickly lets it drop. We’re eighteen now, about to register for the Life Partner Program. After we sign our name, we will be forbidden physical contact until we receive our match. Then, the only contact will be between them. I notice Azariah Daniels watching me from across the room. It’s creepy, and I draw closer to Jericho. I pray I don’t get him as my match.
In the Before Days, people ended up with whoever they wanted, however that became a problem when people began falling out of love and having affairs and other things now deemed illegal. The men were losing money to the women; kids were growing up in broken homes. Some refused to pay for their children, sending some into poverty. Others stopped signing papers for divorce, or committing mass homicide suicides with their children. There were women who even used the money they were paid to raise their children on themselves, and some extreme cases where couples had their baby murdered in the womb.
Basically, everything went to hell.
And then came the Life Partner Accords.
They pretty much stated that humans can’t be trusted to find happiness; so on the day of your eighteenth birthday, you enter a one week program to find yourself a mate. In addition, the female is now in complete submission to their husband, leaving the men in charge of almost everything. The Anti- Life Partners argued that we’d set ourselves back a thousand years but allowing such treatment of women, but it was quickly shut down. This country was founded under God, and the bible talks about wives being submitted to their husbands all the time.
I get my login sheet and pick a computer next to Jericho. He glares at me and moves to a different seat, knowing I’d planned to cheat off him. We’d had this conversation before, when we were alone in his room one day.

“But I want us to be Life Partners!” I whined. I was trying to figure out every aspect of his life so I would know the right answers to the questions.
“We have to let fate decide for us,” He scolds me, “If we’re supposed to be together, we’ll end up together.”
I pout and he ruffles my hair, “You’re adorable when you’re mad.”
I roll my eyes, “I’m not adorable.”
He laughs and I push him off his bed.

I sigh at the memory and begin filling in the questionnaire. There are different questions. Most of the matching type for the girls is done by emotional versus the boys by physical attraction. I finish quickly and wait for the computer to compile my results. They are written in code, so I don’t understand any of it, and I hand it to the proctor, who directs me to a waiting room filled with other anxiously waiting girls. At the end of the day, they send us all home.
Jericho waits for me outside our high school to walk me home. He’s tall at 6’6’’ and muscular compared to my 5’4’’ petite form. Both of my hands fit in his, but I notice that he doesn’t reach for them like he’s been doing for the last eighteen years of our life.
“Are you okay?” I ask him. He nods and I loop my arm through his, “Don’t lie to me Sampson.”
I’m using his first name, waiting for him to angrily tease me back. He doesn’t.
We finally reach my front doorstep and I stare at him, “What did you do?”
He tosses his golden blond locks from his face and avoids eye contact.
“You know, there’s a question on the guys’ test that asks for particulars, like who we do or don’t want to be matched with. Suggestion wise I mean.”
I nod. That’s how my mother and father were matched. He saw her from across the room and decided he needed her in his life forever.
“I wrote your name down in the 'don’t match me with column',” He rushes out. I gasp, as if he’s slapped me.
“The F?” I hiss. I punch him in the balls before he can offer and excuse, “Screw. You.” I hiss in his ear as he falls to the ground.
I storm into my house and collapse on my bed. I wish I had alcohol, but prohibition had also started back up during the Life Partner Accords for the same reasons it had existed before. Alcohol made men angry, led to beaten wives, drunk driving and other dangerous or foolish deeds. Then there were all the wedlock babies conceived when the parents were under the influence. As a compromise, the price of alcohol was sky rocketed, making it primarily available to the wealthiest of the rich. My mother appears in the doorway. She’s always here, ever since it was decided that women weren’t to work, being the weaker vessel and all that, “How did it go today?”
I shrug, and she sits on my bed, rubbing circles on my back, “I want to sign up to be ‘unmatchable’.”
“No,” my mother states simply. Before I can say anything else, she closes the matter with, “We’ll ask your father.”
Unmatchable is when someone is deemed forever alone. It only tends to happen with women, and they have to get jobs, primarily as caregivers or teachers. Few people tend to choose this option, considering doing so makes you a social outcast.  I stand up and go for a walk. I need to clear my head.
I leash up Tahoe, my mother’s toy poodle, and go for a walk around the neighborhood.
“Hey,” someone calls to me. I recognize the voice and it sends shivers through me, “pretty girl!”
I stop and turn around. Sure enough Azariah is behind me, “Hey, Pretty Girl. You smell like sage Pretty Girl. I like it.” It’s a terrible pun on my name and I glare at him.
“I need your help,” He grabs my hand and leads me back to my house. Azariah is from a top family, but he lives here with his aunt and younger sister. His father is in a top government position, which makes saying no to him near impossible. He ties Tahoe to the front porch and leads me away to the woods. I stumble over several of the thick branches, causing me to have to lean on him. I quickly pull away from him.
“What do you want, Riah?” I ask when he finally let’s me go.
He smirks, “What did you just call me? Riah?”
I nod. He has long black hair and piercing green eyes. He’s tall like Jericho, and I can see his muscles from under his sleeveless athletic shirt.
“Riah,” He mumbles under his breath, “I like it.”
“It’s your name isn’t it,” I snap. He stares at me and I shut up.
“How did your testing go?” He asks me, like we’re friends.
We continue our stare down, even though I’m about a two heads shorter than him, “Fine. How was yours?”
He grins, “I put you down on the ‘do match with list’.” He’s smiling. I don’t like it, especially when I realize he’s looking at my chest. I cross my arms.
“I have to get home,” I say, walking away from him. He frowns as I walk away from him, “I’ll be seeing you at the matching ceremony!” He calls.
God I hope I don’t get him....

 

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Jericho tries to message me, but I ignore it. My mother insists I go to bed early, and I do. I don’t sleep well.
My first memory is of me and Jericho. We’re both five, playing in the sand box. Riah kicks sand in Jericho’s face, and pulls my ponytail like a leash, leading me around and telling everyone I’m his bitch.
Next we are all thirteen. Riah throws rocks at us in his sick version of dodge ball. The other children and even some of the teachers turn away, too scared to call out a boy with friends in such high places. I have bruises for a week.
Last year someone ripped my towel from me in P. E and took pictures of me butt ass naked. I don’t know where they are, but I have a good guess.
And now, I’m sitting in the girls section at the match ceremony. Before everyone’s match is announced, there’s a big feast. The tables are piled high with steak, turkey, chicken, salad and everything else you could possibly imagine line one of two buffets. The men are getting two plates, one for their wives, and I think how that will be me in a matter of days. Everything I do, say, eat, and wear put at the mercy of my husband.  As the last act of free will we will ever get, the girls can choice who they want at their table. I have Mom, Papa, Jericho and his family. Jericho seems distracted, and when I get up to watch the sunset, like I always do, he follows me.
He’s wearing a black sports coat and pastel blue flannel. I’m wearing a pastel green dress, my auburn hair curled and falling past my shoulders. We watch the sun set in silence. I’ll have to move in with my match after I’m married, and my husband may want me in bed before I have a chance to see it.
“I’m sorry,” Jericho whispers, “But Azariah told me to.”
“You talked to Azariah?” I ask, interrupting him. He nods, “He told me to back off from you. It was right after he had those girls take those pictures. You came crying to me, remember? Apparently he thought you’d go to him for comfort. He showed up and threatened to have me killed if I even dreamt of being matched with you...”
Jericho eyes begin to water, “I’m sorry I messed this up.”
I pat his back, “I forgive you. Besides, we’re meant to be together.  Azariah can’t change that.”
He hugs me, “Happy Life Match Day.”
“Happy Life Match Day,” I grin. I kiss him on the cheek, a small but intimate act. When we get back inside, the ceremony has just started. They hand out envelopes and we are instructed to open them. They used to call names, but it stressed too many people out. This way its spontaneous and all in unison. I watch Jericho open his first. His face falls.
“What does it say son?” His father asks.
He swallows and I know before he says the name, “Mirabelle George.”
I slowly open my own envelope, “Azariah Daniels.”
Like magic, Riah is behind me, he shows me his card that clearly reads Sage Harris. He gives me a crooked smile and offers his hand, “It’s time for the newly matched to dance.”
I clench my jaw and wish I could bite him. But he is officially my match, and it would be disrespectful for me to do anything other than obey him. It takes all the strength I have not to slap him as I reach my hand out to take his. I notice that Jericho is still staring at his envelope in disbelief.
I feel bad for him, but at the same time glare at him. It’s his fault in the first place. It’s been the downfall of our friendship for so long; His inability to make his own decisions.
Riah pulls me from my seat and we walk to the dance floor. Around us, at least fifty other couples are dancing. I reach my arms up and wrap them around Riah’s neck. His height makes it slightly awkward, but I’m wearing heels, so it evens out a little.
“Well, well, well,” Riah whispers in my ear, “Guess I was right...”
I roll my eyes, “You cheated. You’re nothing more than a devil who knows how to use fears against the competition.”
“All is fair in love and war,” Riah whispers back, “Something Jericho should’ve learned a long time ago.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss. I don’t curse often since it isn’t lady like, but I’ll make an exception for him. I ‘accidently’ step on his foot. He draws in a quick breath, but other than that, doesn’t show any reaction.
“You’re going to regret that later, Pretty Girl.”


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