It's almost two in the morning over here and I just finished the update. There are two confessions in this chapter and one of them is made by one of our favorite girls. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

After a few seconds of silence, Patrick Mosley cleared his throat and said, "I don't really have a secret. It's more like a hidden talent. I know how to sew. I broke my leg when I was eleven and I had to spend the summer stuck at home. My mom made me help her with her seamstress work."

"Do you still help out your mom or do you sew on your own?" Aiden asked.

"It's a little of both. I help her out when I can. I've made a few pillows for myself and I am working on a jacket right now."

"That's so funny," Chris chortled.

Patrick turned around to look at him. "Why?"

"You're this huge muscular guy that sews. I can imagine you at home, sitting with your what's it called? Oh, yeah, needlepoint. It cracks me up."

Chris' chortles became louder and he bent over in his desk, holding his stomach.

"It's not funny," Patrick said, through clenched teeth. "It's a hobby."

Chris wiped tears from his face has he continued to laugh. "Yeah, a girly one."

"You're going to need stitches yourself if you don't shut up."

Patrick glared at Chris, who promptly stopped his laughter.

Aiden smirked at Patrick. "It's not so nice being laughed at, isn't it?"

Patrick shook his head vigorously. "No."

"It's about time one of you got a taste of your own medicine and that… "

Suddenly, the sound of sirens rang out before he could finish his thought. He walked over to the window that was facing the school's parking and glared through the glass. The rest of the class turned to look as well.

Aiden scratched behind his left ear. "The cops are here. Holy shit… and a SWAT team, too. I wonder when they're going to make their move. "

"Is that all the information that you could find?" Richard Morgan asked his supervisor, Frank Dole as he looked over a police report in his hand. The two men were leaning against a squad car parked outside of Corsica High. There were half a dozen police vehicles stationed there as well along with an ambulance truck and a SWAT team van.

"Yep, the kid doesn't have a record of violence or anything. That's all the local department could find, that's why we were called over here. The only thing you can do is call the class to try figure out his motives and make a physiological profile of him. Then we can go from there."

"Okay."

Richard shuffled some of the papers around and began to search for the number to the classroom. When found the right paper, he took a slow, deep breath and said, "All right, let's see what Aiden Dennison is all about."

Aiden was settling back into the teacher's chair as the classroom phone started to ring.

"That was fast," he said, picking up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Is this Aiden Dennsion?" Richard asked.

"The one and only."

"I'm Richard but most people call me Rich."

"What do you want, Rich?"

"I want to help you. I'll get you whatever you want."

"Hold on, I'll put you on speakerphone so everyone can hear you."

Aiden punched the speaker button and hung up the phone.

"I want a lot of things. A Big Mac and a Mountain Dew would be good, and a Snickers bar. But the main thing I want is respect."

"You get no respect."

Aiden rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Rodney Dangerfield."

"Your classmates don't respect you?"

"No one does."

"Why do you think that is?"

"Everyone thinks I'm a piece of shit."

"Everyone?"

"Well, I thought this one girl was decent," he gave Spencer a fierce stare, "but she was just like everyone else."

"So everyone is against you?"

"Pretty much. People either ignore me or push me around."

"Why do people single you out in particular?"

"I don't know."

"What's your family like?"

"My Mom's in a metal facility and my Dad is a drunken bastard that beats me."

"That's rough."

"Rough doesn't even begin to cover it."

"I can see why you snapped, but why kill the teachers?"

"The teachers didn't do anything to stop the constant bullying. They just let it go on, and on, and on. The principal didn't take it seriously either. I kept on telling him about the bullies but he didn't give two shits about it. He was such an asshole."

"So you want revenge?"

"Yeah and I want to get my voice out there. No one knows how feel because no one cares. Now I am telling everyone exactly what's it's like to me to get them to wake the Hell up. I'm not putting up with this shit anymore."

He addressed the class. "Are you listening to me? This bullying shit has to stop now. Everyone in this damn room makes me so fucking sick… I HATE YOU ALL!

"Aiden, you have every right to be angry."

"I'm more than just angry. I'm tired of being treated like trash."

"You're doing to this take a stand for yourself?"

"Yeah. It seems to be working. I love making them squirm."

Aiden took out the gun and fired at the ground. Sherry screamed as the sound of the gunshot painfully pierced her ears.

"It's all right," Cody said, "He just shot at the ground."

"Really?" Richard asked.

"Yeah," Aiden said with a malicious grin, "I was just messing with them again."

"How many students are in the class?"

Aiden located the attendance sheet and told Rich all of the names of the students that were present. "There are 17 people in this class but Kathy Combs and Peter Williamson didn't come to school today."

"Do you have an idea of when you're going to let everyone go?"

"I'm going to let everyone go after we talk a little bit more. I made a deal with them. If all the popular kids tell a secret about themselves, I'll let everyone go. I don't how long that's going to take because all of sudden everyone is so quiet. Some people have talked but there are a few more people that haven't yet."

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"No, not right now."

"Okay. I'll have someone get the food you want and I'll call back when it's here."

"Oaky dokey."

Aiden turned off the phone and asked, "Now does anyone else want to say anything?"

"I do," Ashley said, sitting up straighter in her seat. There are two major things that the rest of the town, with the exceptions of Uncle Bill and Spencer, doesn't know about me. I'm gay and dating Spencer and the reasons why I ended up in Corsica. I'm going to have to talk about what life was like for me in LA because if I out myself, Aiden is going to want to know if I like anyone and I don't want to talk about my relationship with Spencer until she's ready to come out. When she is, I'm going to support her 110 percent.

"I'm sorry for taking so long to speak. I was just getting my thoughts together. Umm… I haven't been really keen to talk about my life before I moved to Corsica until now. As you all know, I was born and raised in LA and my dad is Raiff Davies, the leader singer of Purple Venom. When I was five, the band was really starting to get popular. My mom and I tagged along when Purple Venom went on their first major tour. Everything was great at first but after being on the road for two months, my mom was sick of it. She hated the constant traveling, the long hours on the bus and she didn't like the idea of me being around rock stars. That was when my parents began to disagree on things. Pretty soon, they were fighting over everything. They fought about money, how I should be raised and bunch of other petty stuff. By the time I was seven, my mom filed for divorce."

"Fast forward five years later, and my parents are different people. The fame and money completely changed their attitudes. My dad became distant, emotionally and physically and my mom became more interested in every available bachelor in LA instead of me. She went out to parties most of the time and left me with a nanny."

"Did you get along with the nanny?' Aiden asked.

"Yeah, her name is Betty and she is great. I still talk her every now and then. I could depend on her for anything and she always kept her promises. She even gave the birds and the bees talk herself. When my eleventh birthday rolled around, my mom decided I didn't need a nanny anymore and I was left to care of myself. Without Betty around there was no one talk to, no one to help me with homework and no one to cook a decent meal."

"What was your mom like when she was at home?"

"When my mom was around she would check to make sure I was still alive, made sure there was food in the fridge, left a wad of cash and made sure I had whatever else I wanted. I had so many toys; my room looked like a mini Toys R Us. I also had a driver that would take me wherever I needed to go."

"At least she didn't let you starve."

"But she was hardly around. I didn't have any guidance. That's when I got into trouble. I felt angry and neglected and because of that I started acting out. I skipped school, got into a lot fist fights."

"I'll admit you do have a good left hook. Just don't do again. I don't want to have to use this gun again."

"If you leave Spencer alone, I'll leave you alone."

"So what happened next?"

"One day at school during lunch a girl spilled red juice on my brand new white shirt. I threw her on the ground and beat the crap out her. I got suspended from school for three days. When I got home that afternoon, I was still pretty steamed. The house was empty, big surprise there. The house has these two huge china cabinets. One of them had this really expensive crystal dinnerware set that my mom absolutely loved. She always bragged about it to people and cleaned it constantly. I looked at that crystal set for a long time. I realized that she cared more about that dinnerware set then me. I grabbed a plate from the cabinet and slammed it on the ground as hard as I could. It broke as soon as it hit the floor. I took out another plate and threw it against the wall. Every piece of that crystal set was on the floor within minutes. As the last cup shattered on the floor, that's when my mom came in."

"Oh, damn," Madison exclaimed.

Ashley let out a chuckle. "My mom went crazy. She was screeching like a banshee. She told me that the school kept calling her about my behavioral problems and that she finally saw how serious it was. She cried most of the night over the crystal. When the school year ended, she told me I was going to Corsica, Ohio for boot camp and her brother Bill ran it. I met him once when I was six and up until that point, I didn't know that much about him. When I got to camp, I was treated like everyone else. Bill really had to push me because I was so stubborn. One aspect of the camp that helped me the most was the counseling sessions. I was finally able to figure out my feelings and let them out in healthy ways. After camp was over Bill asked me if I wanted to live him. I said yes and here I am today. I still am not as close to my parents as I want to be but at least I have Bill now. He's like the big brother I never had."

"What do you think would have happened to you if you didn't move to Corsica?" Aiden asked.

"I'd probably be in juvie."

"I'm going to be locked up myself after this. Okay, in order to make this get done quicker, I'm just going to start picking people. I know exactly who I want to hear from next. What are you hiding…Spencer?"

Don't ya love cliffhangers? Probably not but you're dying to know what's going to happen next, right? The next chapter is going to be huge. Stay tunned, peeps! Reviews rock my socks.