Hello! Chapter three of Freeze Out is finally here. You all hate me for the last cliffhanger, especially since you all expected one of the populars to get hurt….but no, my mind works a little differently because I have a special plan for Danny in this chapter and the following. You'll start to notice at the end of this chapter, and then it's explained next chapter. This chapter is slightly shorter, and I apologize. But I'm hoping to make up for it soon.

For those of you who asked, I know I said that Tucker's sneak away would be described more in the last chapter, but I forgot and now the plot's getting weirder, so I'm just going to add it in his chapter.

Now, are you ready for some ultimate humor? It starts near the middle of this chapter. And the best part? You won't know what's really going on until the next chapter, which might I add is actually finished. But once again, I'm going to be evil and make you wait a couple more days.

Thanks to my reviewers!

I love all my reviewers, but I got confused when I deleted the first note that I had on there, and now I can't tell who wrote me and when, etc. SO THANKS TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!

It starts out a little dramatic, but I can just tell you now, Danny's okay except for his head and a couple cuts and bruises….for a while.

Chapter Three

Dash

I sat in the van, wishing I was somewhere else. On a basketball court, football field, somewhere. Anywhere but here.

Tucker kept trying to look out the window to no luck since everything looked white. Paulina sat beside me, staring at her fingernails…once again.

The next thing I knew, I heard a girl's high pitched scream.

"Was that Valerie?" Tucker asked, already opening the door.

"Idiot, what are you doing?" I asked as cold air swept into the van along with a flurry of snowflakes.

"Close the door moron, it's cold," Paulina agreed.

He appeared to be ignoring us, staring out into the blanket of snow. "Valerie? Sam?" he called. "What's going on guys?"

"Tucker, call 911!" Valerie screamed.

"My phone doesn't work, remember? What happened?"
"Dash, Tucker, help us out here!" she said. She sound majorly panicked. I had no clue what was going on, and when I looked out… the wind stopped swirling everything around for a minute and I saw two figures, both hovered over one.

"Danny!" Tucker yelled. He jumped out of the van.

My heart seemed to go two ways at once. This couldn't be happening. At least, not now… I felt the blood drain out of my face.

"Dash! Help us, please!" Valerie yelled.

I climbed out of the van and walked with difficulty towards them. The wind had started going again and I felt myself being blown about. Cautiously, I approached them.

"What happened?" I asked.

My eyes finally caught sight of Danny, lying on the ground, apparently unconscious, a large red gash across the side of his head.

"I don't know, it must have been—" Valerie stopped. She looked around at Sam. I followed her gaze and saw that the Gothic girl was shaking. She looked back. "Look, we need to get him inside the van at least, and warm him up. And then we need to use any means to get help. He needs to go to a hospital, whatever happened."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Help Tucker and carry him into the van," she said.

I nodded, reluctantly. Tucker was already near his friend's shoulders. "Dash, are you going to help or not?" It was more of a demand, than a question.

I sighed and walked over, using both hands to lift his legs off of the ground and slowly, we carried him over to the van and laid him in the front seat. Paulina had somehow managed to sit in my seat, obviously aware of what was going on all of a sudden.

"What happened?" she asked.

Tucker flipped over to the driver's seat and Valerie and Sam came in, Sam sitting protectively near him like some watch dog.

"What happened?" Paulina repeated

"We don't know," Valerie snapped. "We just found him like this. And we won't know what happened until he wakes up." I heard a ripping noise and saw her tearing off a part of her sleeve. She grabbed a handful of snowflakes from outside, and then at last, closed the door.

I had to admit, I'd never seen anyone look as terrible as Danny did. Of course, I wasn't accustomed to seeing people this injured before. Well, at least, not like that. He was pale, and a line of blood was slightly dripping down his forehead. And he was shaking uncontrollably.

Valerie clapped her hands together, the cloth from her sleeve and the snow both still inside her fists, and rubbed them against each other fast. The snow melted and a few droplets of water dripped out.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, we're not going to let him bleed to death, are we?" she asked as if I were stupid. She turned to Tucker. "You're sure that your phone doesn't work?"

"I could try again—"

"Do it," she said.

"What makes you in charge all of a sudden?" I asked as Tucker nodded and brought out his cell phone.

"Because I'm the only one actually doing anything to help him. Just because he's not your friend, doesn't mean he deserves to die," she said.

"He's not going to die…is he?" Paulina asked.

"Doubt it. But we still need to get him help," she said. She leaned over towards Danny and pressed the cloth to his forehead, slowly towards his gash. She jumped when he let out a small groan and his head moved slightly, but he never woke up.

"We need to wake him up, and then when he is awake, keep him that way," she said. I remembered that she'd been taking Health III. That's why she knew all of this stuff.

"How?"

"I know a way," Paulina suddenly said. "My grandmother gave me this stuff a long time ago. It's a Mexican smelling salt. It's supposed to help people breathe and wake up people from unconsciousness." She dug around in her purse rapidly.

"Why did she give you that?" I asked.

"Because I have asthma," she said, not looking up.

I'd never known that about her before. And judging by the looks on everyone else's faces, they hadn't either.

"Ah ha," she said triumphantly. She brought out a small, vial shaped object that was silver all the way around. "If this doesn't work, I don't know what will."

"Try it. But if that reeks, we're all in trouble," Valerie warned.

She nodded and leaned over past Valerie. Sam gave her a cautious look, but decided for once that desperate times called for desperate measures. Carefully, Paulina unscrewed the lid and titled it downwards, waving it in front of his face.

His head shook automatically and he coughed, and we all watched as his green eyes fluttered open slowly.

Paulina smiled happily. "I told you it would work."

"Danny? Are you alright?" Sam asked, taking his hand.

"Yeah, sure," he said hoarsely. "I like getting hit by cars."

"What?" Tucker, Valerie, and Sam said in unison. Even I was a little confused. What in the heck was he talking about?

He sat up suddenly, making both Sam and Paulina gasp. "Danny, you shouldn't be moving," Sam said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

In fact, he put a hand to his head and shook it, then smiled crookedly. "Whoa, head rush." He laughed.

"He hit his head really hard," Tucker commented, one eyebrow raised.

"That or he's totally lost it," Valerie added.

"Maybe he's delirious," Sam suggested, and odd expression on her face.

"Or maybe it's something else," Valerie said, her eyes narrowing. "Aren't Danny's eyes usually blue?" She said, turning to them. I glanced over at him and saw his eyes were green. I'd never known the difference.

Sam made a small noise with her throat. "Maybe he was—" She stopped.

"What?"

Danny raised a finger in the air and made circles with it, his green eyes watching it, turning in a circular motion as he followed it.

"I think he's lost it," Valerie said. "Danny!" He didn't look up, still messing with his finger. "Danny, hello?"
"You know what I think?" he asked suddenly. We all stared at him, expectantly. "I think consciences makes cowards of us all."

"Where'd he get that?" I asked.

"It's Shakespeare moron," Paulina snapped. I was quite taken aback by her sudden attack, but she shrugged it off. Then she completely ignored me.

"Since when does Danny quote Shakespeare?" Tucker asked. He was his best friend, you would think he would know.

"I have no idea," Sam said. "I mean, he likes Romeo and Juliet, but, I never knew he actually read Hamlet."

"He only likes Romeo and Juliet because you two had to perform the balcony scene last year in English I," Tucker said.

"Well, I enjoyed it," she said.

"Want to shoot the birds with me?" Danny asked. He was staring at Sam.

"Okay, you need to snap out it, Danny," she said.

"Snap what?" he asked. "I used to snap pencils all the time and threw the shavings at you."

"Is he being serious?" I asked.

"Unfortunately yes," Sam muttered. "He did all the time to me in third grade."

"Yeah, but he got you the first time it happened. She walked around all day with all of it in her hair and never noticed," Tucker said.

"Uh huh, real funny," she said.

"You know what's funny?" Danny asked.

Valerie clapped a hand to his mouth. "Okay, what is wrong with him?"

Beats me. If you asked me, he looked like he'd had too many run ins with the looney bin. His eyes were even sort of blood shot and red.

Paulina gasped. "Oh, no," she muttered.

"What?" Valerie asked.

"I…I…I might have…."

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Laughs hysterically- I love writing this! It's freaking hilarious. You think Danny's bad now, just wait until next chapter. You'll also see what Miss Paulina did. For now, I'm going to leave you with a one sentence sneak peek. Please R&R! Chapter four coming soon!

Chapter Four- Paulina

I grimaced. Okay, okay, so I'd done something really bad. Mistakes happen. They happen to everyone. How could I have know? Well, I did know, but I'd forgotten. But—

"He's awake isn't he?"

Ha ha. Lateraina Wolf