Sorry about how short these first few chapters are. They'll get longer, I promise. Once the story starts getting a little more intense/interesting, there'll be longer chapters.

Fuck, Callie thought, swallowing the knot in her throat. God she'd screwed up. She'd screwed up everything, not just for herself, but for Jude and for Brandon and for her whole family. Sure, she knew that the Adams-Foster family would never get rid of Jude, especially for something that he had no control over, and she knew that they probably wouldn't get rid of her, but God, she'd screwed up. Stef probably hated her. Brandon was her biological son, after all. Sure, Callie was her daughter, but she still wasn't blood. She hadn't been with the family near as long as anyone else there. Hell, considering her time in Girls United, Jude had even been there longer than her. Callie had slept with Stef's biological son and even if Stef wouldn't admit it, Callie knew that a part of her mom was definitely upset for that very reason.

What the hell was going to happen? Brandon would probably end up hating her, too. Her mothers would probably never trust her again. The twins probably would be pissed at both Callie and Brandon too. And Jude... God, Jude would hate her. After everything they'd been through together -after Liam, and all of the shit holes for foster homes that they'd been at- how could she do this? Especially after Liam, how could she do this? She didn't mean for everything to happen like this. She didn't mean for it all to blow up like this.

She didn't even know where she was going. She was just walking through the hallways, her mind racing and her feet carrying her down random corridors. The hallways were all empty by now. Classes had begun at least ten minutes ago. She didn't even care that she was missing her literature class, though. She had bigger things to worry about than The Odyssey. What the hell was she going to do?

Callie's mind snapped back to her when she suddenly collided with someone. She hadn't even seen the guy, and they were literally the only two people in the hallway. He must've been pretty lost in his own mind too, though, if he hadn't avoided her.

"Sorry," Callie muttered, taking a step back and looking up to see Nick, who looked like a mess.

He just swallowed nervously, a flustered look in his eyes. He stepped back as well, then walked around Callie down the hallway, muttering an "it's fine," before walking at a quick pace, his fists clenched.

Under any other circumstances, Callie probably would've called out to her sister's boyfriend and brother's best friend. He looked pretty messed up. She was a mess, though, and as much as she cared about her siblings and their friends and boyfriends, Nick really wasn't a priority in that moment. He was probably just hungover, or maybe he'd gotten into a fight. Callie really didn't have the time to worry about him. He'd be fine.

Then it hit her.

She had to text Brandon. She had to tell him that their moms knew. He deserved the warning. He deserved her honesty.

Callie then turned, realizing that she was near one of the bathrooms. She walked in, then pulled her phone out of her pocket. Her hands were shaking while she started to type out the message to her brother.

Moms know about Idyllwild.

She took in a deep breath after pressing the send button, then looked in the mirror, shaking her head at her reflection. She looked like a hot mess. Her mascara had started running, and she looked flat out exhausted. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were puffy.

"Dammit," Callie spat out, more pissed off with herself than her appearance. She turned and stepped into one of the stalls, getting a wad of toilet paper and wiping her face with it in an attempt to at least wipe away some of the stray mascara and tears.

Callie's phone vibrated in her pocket and she felt her heart begin to beat faster and faster, knowing that it was Brandon who had texted her. What was he going to say? He was going to be pissed, but what would he say?

Callie pulled out her phone once more and read the message that popped up on the screen.

Brandon: What do they know? What did u tell them Callie?

That was when her stomach really turned. She dropped her phone, not even having enough time to put it back in her pocket, and spun around, running quickly back into the stall. She fell to her knees before the toilet bowl, then emptied the contents of her stomach. Her head was spinning, and even after she had nothing left to throw up, she still felt downright sick. She dry-heaved for a few minutes, her nerves betraying her. After a while, she finally trusted her body enough and she stood up, taking a deep breath. She needed to keep herself together.

She left the stall and went to the sink. After washing her hands and splashing some water onto her face, she turned to pick her phone up off of the ground where she'd dropped it. She cursed herself inwardly when she saw the cracked screen. She silently hoped that the phone would still work, but when she hit the power button, nothing happened.

"Great," she muttered, tensing up a little bit. Apparently things could get worse. Now Brandon would pretty much be left in the dark about the situation, and Callie knew that Stef and Lena definitely wouldn't be getting her a new phone any time soon.

Another twenty minutes passed, then the bell signifying the end of first period rang and Callie could hear everyone moving along through the hallway to their next class. Callie was standing in one of the stalls, the door closed, just trying to keep herself together. She wasn't crying anymore, and she hadn't thrown up again. She could breathe. She'd gotten her shit together for the most part. She was still a mess, though. She had no clue what to do.

When the bell rang once more, as a note that second period had begun, Callie stepped out of the stall and left the bathroom. Maybe she could get to Brandon quickly enough. She didn't doubt that Stef and Lena would be calling him in, but maybe she'd get to him first. Stef and Lena were probably still talking about what they'd do with the situation. How the kids would be punished. What they'd have to tell them. Maybe this meant that she had more time. If the mothers were still deciding what they'd do, then maybe they hadn't done anything yet. Brandon had some history class during second period on the other side of the school. It'd only take her a couple minutes to get to the class, and she could probably ask the teacher if she could pull him out of class for a few minutes. If Callie couldn't text Brandon what had happened, then she at least owed it to him to tell him in person. She didn't want Stef and Lena to bombard him. She didn't want him to think that she'd just suddenly told their moms without any warning, or that she'd done so without any real reason.

"Okay," she breathed to herself, inhaling deeply after a few seconds. "Okay I can do this."

She started down the hallway, trying not to worry too much. She needed to stay as calm as possible. If she started freaking out, then she wouldn't be able to stop. Then Brandon would probably start freaking out, or he'd end up even more pissed off at her. She needed to be smart about it all. She needed to be honest, too. She wasn't going to lie to Stef and Lena. They didn't deserve any dishonesty. She needed to tell Brandon, though. It was only fair to tell him.

She was nearly halfway to his class when she heard a loud, sudden, bone-chilling bang from somewhere in the school. The sound echoed off the walls and Callie froze right where she stood. Her heartrate sped up and she felt like her lungs shrunk because it was suddenly hard to breathe. Her head started spinning for an entirely different reason than her situation with Brandon and her family.

Callie had grown up around violence -around shouting and hitting and weapons- and as much as she didn't want to believe it, she knew exactly what she'd just heard.