Lucas had promised him that he would come into school today, but they were already halfway through Mr. Matthews History class. And no, he has not been their teacher this whole time, in fact he only transferred to High School two years ago, but of course the hive five ended up having him as their teacher. A frown was placed upon Farkle's lips as he looked up at the board, of course it had to be today when they actually get talking about Belgium 1831 but Farkle just couldn't bring himself to care about the lesson as his mind was more worried about his friend. Mr. Matthews was about to tell the class to turn to a page in their books when Lucas walked in the door with a smug smile upon his face.

"I'm here." He exclaimed loudly before walking over to his desk, there was some kind of wobble to his step. It wasn't that noticeable if you didn't know him, but Farkle knew him.

"Mr Friar, outside please." Mr Matthews said with a firm voice, earning a roll of Lucas' eyes but he walked himself out the door while Cory told them all to turn to page 109 in their textbooks before following Lucas out. Lucas leaned against the lockers and raised an eyebrow at the older male. "We're going for a walk." They both knew that the others would be trying to listen in on the conversation so Cory opted for taking the talk on a walk. The Texan followed his teacher's steps.

Cory didn't say anything for a few moments, most likely waiting to get out of ear shot of the classroom, but when he did he turned to look at the teenager with a worried expression etched upon his face. "Lucas, is there something going on that I need to know of?"

"No sir. All good." Lucas spoke, his smug smile rested upon his lips, almost like it couldn't be any other. It was like he wasn't able to form any other kind of smile; just that smug curl upon his lips.

Cory didn't believe the words out of the Texan's mouth. "Are you drinking?" He asked dead serious, watching for any kind of reaction from the younger male in front of him. He knows the question is out of the blue, but with the Texan's recent behaviour, it's reminded him of himself, and his best friend when they were younger and drank….and how Shawn had continued.

Lucas glared at his teacher before letting out a growl. "What are you accusing me of sir?" His voice was very low as he spoke before he stormed away from his teacher. Going God knows where any more.

Lunch time rolled around and no one had seen Lucas since his abrupt entry into the classroom. Riley, Maya, Zay and Farkle sat at their usual table, Riley was just about to speak up and ask if anyone had any ideas of what was going on with Lucas when the devil himself appeared right next to her, taking a seat next to her like any other day like he hadn't been acting off lately at all.

"Are you okay now Lucas?" Riley asked as she turned her brown eyes to look at him, to study him for any lies that he may say instead of the truth.

"Yeah, hopalong, are we still mopy?" Maya interjected, hoping to try and get some familiar and old routine back into place. Even if it was just banter that they did.

They saw Lucas about to speak when someone came over, placing their hands on the table, staring at Lucas. "Hey, so I've heard that Mr Perfect here does have flaw to make him not so perfect anymore." The dark haired guy spoke with a smirk spreading across his lips as he looked back at a few of his friends.

"I thought that we were seniors and over bullying other kids." Was Lucas' retort.

"Oh, the drunk can speak coherently." The other male said feigning shock, his eyes were to focus on Lucas' face to notice that the Texan's hands had curled up into a fist. "Oh wait, I spoke too soon." He spoke with a shrug before turning away and heading off with his friends.

It was too late for any of his friends to hold back Lucas as he had lunged out of his seat and started to throw punches at the male. Everyone around them was watching in shock and horror as the other was helpless and couldn't fight back. Maya and Zay started to try and pull Lucas off of the guy but they were struggling to do so, even Riley tried to help while Farkle was trying to get into Lucas' line of vision.

"LUCAS! STOP IT!" Farkle screamed as Maya, Zay and Riley had managed to pull Lucas off enough for the brunette to step in between Lucas and his target.

Lucas was about to throw another punch but stopped when he saw Farkle was in his way. "MOVE!"

"NO!"

"FARKLE!"

"NO LUCAS. LISTEN TO ME. You need to stop this, you need to go home, and… actually you need to go somewhere that isn't here or home." Farkle spoke, he remembered what it was like in Lucas' room last night as he comforted his friend until he had fallen asleep against his shoulder. Lucas' mother's yelling had went away almost half an hour later after Farkle had gotten there, and the empty bottles laid upon Lucas' bed. Farkle wasn't able to move Lucas much; he just moved him onto the floor and placed a pillow underneath his friend's head and a blanket over him. Farkle had slept on the floor next to him so that they could talk a bit more in the morning, and that was when Farkle had made Lucas promise to come to school. "You cannot beat up some kid for speaking the truth Lucas. You are drunk, don't deny it. We all saw how you came into class this morning, and now this." Farkle reached out to grab hold of Lucas' hand, turning it up wards and placing his keys in the Texan's hand. This was a lot of trust he was putting into the other. "My apartment is empty; my father is out on a business trip."