It's been a week since Smackle had broken up with Farkle. She seemed to be handling it far better than him, as she flirted with Zay whenever given the chance. While Farkle wasn't quite so distraught about the breakup, he was constantly on edge and everyone but Riley presumed the break up to be the cause.

"Riley?" Farkle asked, turning towards her randomly during class.

"Yeah, Farkle?" Riley questioned, gasping when she noticed his pale, sweaty complexion.

"No one loves me," He whispered before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell out of his desk chair.

"Farkle!" Riley yelled, jumping out of her seat. No one else seemed to react but Maya and Lucas, because this was the "usual" Farkle.

"Come on, wake up," Riley urged, rubbing her hands across his cold face.

"Riley, is he okay?" Mr. Matthews asked from the front of the class room.

"I need to take him to the clinic." Riley didn't look at anyone else as she placed her arms under Farkle's to pull him up. She hefted him to his feet and his head fell into the crook of her neck.

"I'll help," Lucas said, getting up from his seat. Maya rose as well, ready to help.

"No, you guys stay. I'm fine." Riley smiled tightly, pulling an unconscious Farkle along with her outside of the classroom.

She had been walking down the hallway, swaying under his weight when he began to regain consciousness.

As he woke, his legs turned to jelly and Riley lost him. He crumpled to the ground, his arms breaking the fall.

"Riley, I'm fine," Farkle choked out, trying to fight Riley's invasive hands that searched for his face.

"No. You're not." She said, shaking her head and grabbing his hand to help him up.

"I need a minute. Just give me a minute," He replied, refusing her hand and remaining on the ground where he had fallen.

"You need help, Farkle." Riley said, her voice laced with fear and worry.

"No." He spoke hurriedly, pushing himself up from the floor.

He wobbled so Riley put her arm around him to keep him up.

"Come on, let's go to my house." Riley led Farkle to the door. He was far too tired to protest against skipping school.