A/N: Alright, guys. I'm officially on summer break. Hopefully, this means more time for writing. Hope you enjoy!

I do not own the Fosters.

[Mariana]

"I didn't think you'd actually show up."

I roll my eyes at the figure entering the bathroom and tuck my lip gloss away in my purse. "In case you didn't notice, my sister is right across the hall. If I'm not out in five minutes, clean and healthy-"

Before I can finish, Kelsey scoffs, "Relax, Mariana. I'm just here to talk. No tricks."

I carefully watch as she sets her purse on the sink's counter and ruffles her hair, looking at the mirror. Letting out a sigh, I ask, "What is this about, Kelsey?"

The witch's eyes narrow as her mouth forms a smirk. "I hear you and Chase Dillon are getting pretty close."

A bit taken aback by the comment, I fold my arms over my stomach. "What's it to you?'

Her head tilts down, the I-know-something-you-don't expression still plastered on her face. Under her breath, she mutters, "So young, so naïve. So-"

"So annoyed with this conversation. Spit it out, or I'm leaving."

Barely a second after I close my mouth, she nonchalantly questions, "Aren't you scared?"

My eyebrows furrow as I shift my weight onto my right leg, slightly bending my knee. "Scared of what?"

"The moment he drops you just as quickly as he picked you up."

A dry chuckle escapes my mouth before I reply, "First my brother, now Chase. You just can't help yourself, can you?"

Kelsey looks away from her reflection, turning to me, her evil grin still present. "I'm just looking out for you, Mariana. Just think about it. Chase is the type of guy who goes for girls that get stopped on the street and asked if they want to be on the cover of a magazine. Why's he suddenly interested in one of the vice principal's golden children?"

I let out a sigh while dropping my arms and walking towards the door.

"Insecure yet?"

I leave my hand on the door handle as I turn my head and look her dead in the eyes. "Not even close."

Surprisingly, Kelsey's smirk shifts to a smile. "You should be."

[Callie]

"Are we going to be okay?"

Not even bothering to look away from my textbooks, I scoff. Wyatt sighs and walks around to my side, leaning against the locker beside mine. He shoves his hands in his pockets and goes on, "Cal, come on. You're not the jealous type, and that's okay, but I am. I'm scared, and I don't know what's happening to us."

Slam!

The teenage boy jumps at the sound of my locker harshly closing. Crossing my arms over my chest, I turn to him and respond, "I don't care about you being jealous. That's what boyfriends do. You have no right to tell me, though, that Brandon is a bad person. You barely know him, and if you thought that I'd be okay with you being judgmental, you barely know me."

A guilty expression falls over his face. I ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach and ask, "What's he done to make you feel this way?"

He hesitates, and I know he's got something on the tip of his tongue. I stand up straighter, curiosity taking over. After a few failed attempts, Wyatt finally states, "You guys kissed at the party last Saturday."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement.

"What?"

He nods, replying, "You were drunk, you kissed him, and he kissed back."

My mouth opens and closes, struggling to find words. Finally, I huff and interrogate, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

With a shrug, Wyatt answers, "I don't know about him, but I felt like if I told you, maybe I'd have more reasons to worry."

A million thoughts and questions run through my mind. Without pushing them aside, I mutter, "I'll text you later," before walking away.

[Jesus]

"Hey, bud. You're here early."

Jude looks up from his book, squinting at the sun behind me. I drop my backpack onto the ground and sit beside him, leaning against Lena's car.

"Is Momma on her way out?"

I shake my head and respond, "Brandon and Mariana are helping her store some stuff for the luau."

"What about Callie?"

"Mom picked her up early for her doctor's appointment, remember?"

He nods, slightly blushing. "Oh, right."

A thought hitting my mind, I furrow my eyebrows and look over to my little brother. "Why are you so quiet, bud? You're usually always rushing to tell us stories about what happened during the day."

Jude simply shrugs and stares down at his lap. I sigh and question, "Is everything alright?"

A few seconds of silence pass. Finally, he looks up and asks, "Do you know how long Brandon's staying with us?"

My mouth slightly gapes, a surprised expression taking over my face. "Um… I don't know, Jude. Bill's coming by on Saturday. He's talking to all of us, just to see if we're comfortable with him in our house. Why do you ask? Do you not like him or something?"

Instead of replying, the young boy reverts his eyes forward. I sigh, knowing his mind is set on not opening up, and stare in the same direction. Minutes pass, the only sound being the chatter of students around us. I sigh and run a hand through my hair.

"Stop taking too many pills."

Immediately, my head snaps toward Jude, eyes wide and jaw dropped. "W-what?"

Not meeting my gaze, he replies, "I'm not stupid. I see you take them when you think I'm asleep. Then you take a couple at breakfast, and a few after school. You need to stop and tell moms what's been going on, or I will."

Shock takes over my body. I look down at my jeans and fiddle with my hands. Once another minute flies by, the Foster beside me adds, "The others knew, and they didn't tell me. I'm tired of everyone treating me like a kid. I've gone through things most adults haven't even experienced."

Intertwining my fingers, I tell him, "All of us were forced to grow up too fast. Stef and Lena saved us, though. Childhood is already over for me, Mariana, and Callie, but you've still got some time left. You're turning thirteen soon. You shouldn't have to worry about these types of things on your last year of being a kid. You're still young and innocent. We're just protecting you."

"Yeah, well, I don't need protection. You guys think I don't understand, and you're wrong."

Alright, well, this chapter wasn't the greatest. Hope all of you enjoyed, though. Sorry for the lack of Brallie, but all in good time, my friends. Be sure to drop a review letting me know what you thought!

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