Dash looked up. The hallway was filled with students, and they were all staring at him wide-eyed. Even the teachers, though they made no move to stop him. Dash took this as a sign that they wanted him to do it. He raised the gun to his forehead, pulling the trigger. A shot rang out.

Students and adults cried out, only to freeze at the sight before them. Even Dash was shocked. There he stood, standing, holding a weapon, and a younger freshman had wedged himself betweenthe gun and the floor. There was a bullet hole in the ceiling, and the guy was glaring at the jock.

"No, Dash. Don't." Danny Fenton told him.

Everyone was shocked into silence. Here was Danny Fenton, a freshman that Dash had bullied since middle school, a loser at the bottom of the school standings, the guy nobody paid attention to, and he had just saved Dash Baxter. From himself.

Dash was gaping. "F-fenton! Wh-what?"

Danny shook his head, angrily. " I said don't, Dash. I'm not gonna let you ruin your life. You are popular, you're rich. You have everything handed to you on a silver platter. Now, just because somethings not going how you want it to, you're just gonna shoot yourself?" He conotinued to glare. "Nu-uh. Not happening."

Dash stared.

Danny growled, grabbing the gun from his open hand. The teachers were ready this time, they stood forward quickly, trying to take the weapon. Danny shooed them away. "Chill, I've handled more sensitive guns before." he smiled eerily. "Parents stock 'em up in the weapons valt. I know how to do this."

Dash let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding.

Danny had just saved his life.

XXX

Dash was sent home. His parents were still staring at him. Everyone was treating him like a two year old. Trying to be gentle, like any moment he would break.

But he wasn't going to. He knew that for sure. Danny Fenton had made him see that.

The jock looked up at the ceiling once again, lying opn his back in the middle of his california king.

Thank you, Danny.

XXX

End:

thnx guys,

~Scy