falling.

Part Two: Lucas Continued.

I walked into my house and was greeted by my former Texas friends. I had missed them so much and it made me even more homesick.

My mama walked into the room when my friends and I had settled down. "Lucas Friar! How can you let guests in and not offer beverages? Didn't I teach you manners. You don't want me to throw you in the shed, do you?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't. I will get them drinks now."

"It is okay, we do not want drinks." Zay said to me.

I nodded and sat down. While my Mama offered the boys to stay and eat dinner, I received a text.

The text was from Farkle and it read. "Friar, I heard what you did to your girl. That's not right and we are going to fight for her. The fight will be after first period. Whoever wins, gets Riley."

I was confused. Farkle wanted to fight me? This was a joke....right?

I texted back with "Farkle, is this a joke?"

Not even three minutes passed until I got another message from him saying "No it's not. The only joke there will be is when I beat you up tomorrow in front of everyone."

Either I was losing my mind or Farkle was serious about fighting me tomorrow. But why? What did bad thing did I do to Riley?

I tried ignoring the fact that I was going to fight with my best friend tomorrow for my girlfriend, but the thought kept coming back and something deep down did not feel right about it.

During dinner none of my family or former friends noticed that I was barley paying attention. Except when Zay had asked me how I was doing here in New York and I didn't answer, since I was to busy wrapped into my own thoughts. My Mama said it was very rude that I was not paying attention and she threatened, once again, to put me in the shed. I promise you, she tells me she will throw me in the shed a lot, but I think she only does it because she knows I don't like it.

After all my friends left, I took a shower and tried laying down on my bed and get some sleep, but I wasn't able to drift off. Nothing about tomorrow felt right.