Chapter 15.

AN: I do not own the Fosters. I do own the characters of Danny and Harry, as well as the new OC's that I will introduce in the next few chapters.

Connor's POV:

I really, REALLY hate Mondays. They should be illegal.

It's been two weeks since spring break ended and school started back.

Jude is avoiding me.

My fiancé is avoiding me, and it's driving me mad.

I keep trying to ask him what's wrong, but every time I do, he shakes his head and walks away.

"Connor!"

I turn around to see Danny and Harry walking towards me, hand in hand, worried expressions on their faces.

"Jude wants you to meet him at your bench after school. Says he needs to talk to you about something important." Harry said.

"Did he say why?" I ask.

Danny shook his head. My mind jumped to the worst, but Danny continued.

"No, he only said to tell you he's not breaking up with you, and not to worry like we all know you do sometimes."

I nod, relieved.

"Okay, thanks." I said, and proceeded to my next class, the only class I didn't have with the others.

After school, I walked outside to mine and Jude's spot. Jude was sitting on the bench, his legs folded underneath him, and his head in his hands. I approached and sat down.

"You okay, Juju?"

He shook his head.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, concerned.

"Confused." He said.

I frowned.

"Why?"

"Nothing." He said.

"Hey," I said, pulling him into a side hug, "Don't shut me out. You know you can tell me anything."

He sighed, and looked up at me. He sighed again.

"Since you came out, have you ever... have you ever doubted that you were gay?"

My jaw drops slightly at that question. That was the last thing I expected to hear coming out of Jude's mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"Just answer the question. Please?" He said.

"Uhhh. No. Not since I realized I liked you and kissed you in the tent." I answer, "Because of my dad, I tried to like girls, but it didn't work. When I would kiss girls, I would actually feel kind of nauseous. The only way I got through kissing Daria without barfing was because I was imagining it was you. Why? What's bringing this on?"

"I was... at the mall with Mariana on Saturday." He started to explain shakily, "And I uh, was going to the food court to get some mozzarella sticks from that place we like. You know, the one that puts that special spice in the marinara sauce?"

I nodded.

"Anyway. I sat down to eat and wait for Mariana, and I started checking people out. I didn't even... I started checking out girls, as well as guys. And all weekend after that, I was confused. I've never noticed girls before, so why am I now? It's like everything I thought I knew about myself, has been flipped on its head."

"Why didn't you come and tell me? Or Danny? Or Harry?" I asked, "We would have helped you think it out."

"I didn't want you guys to think I was weird."

"It's not being weird, Juju, it's called being Bisexual." I tell him.

He looks at me weird.

"Huh? What does that mean?" He asks me.

"It's what the 'B' in LGBTQ stands for." I explain, "It means you are attracted to guys and girls at the same time. It happens. It's nothing to freak out over. As for why you never noticed it until now, maybe you just lean more towards guys, and never saw a girl that was good looking enough to peak your interest. It's not a bad thing, Juju. It's not as uncommon as you'd think. Mick Jagger from the Stones, and Billy Joe Armstrong from Green Day are bisexual. Angelina Jolie is too, I think. Didn't Stef and Lena explain any of this to you when we started going out?"

He leant into me, leaning his head on my shoulder.

"They asked if I had any questions about it, but I said no." He answered.

"Maybe we should talk to them about this." He said, "If you're confused, they might be able to help."

He nodded against my shoulder.

"What would I do without you?" He asked. I smile and place a kiss against his head.

"Come on, let's go."

We rode hopped in my Suburban and drove to his house. I parked in the driveway and turned to him. He was staring out the window.

"We're here. Looks like Lena beat us here, like usual." I tell him. He hops out of the car. And walks to the front door. He waits for me to catch up, and we both go inside.

"MOMS? YOU GUYS HOME?" Jude shouts.

"IN THE KITCHEN!"

Stef and Lena are sitting at the table, eating.

"Late lunch?" I ask.

"Yep. Didn't get to eat lunch today." Lena answered, "Couple of students got into a fight at lunch, and I spent the whole period dealing with it."

"Can, uh... Can we talk?" Jude asked. Stef and Lena noticed how seriously he said it, and immediately tensed.

"What's wrong, honey?" Lena asked.

Jude heaved a sigh.

"I, uh... I have some things I wanna ask. Things that I should've asked a long time ago, when Connor and I first got together. Things you guys offered to tell me."

"Oh. Okay, yeah. We'd be glad to help." Lena said, "What's wrong?"

"When Connor and I got together, I thought for sure that I was gay. I knew I liked guys, I knew I liked Connor. I thought I knew what I was. But on Saturday, when I was at the mall with Mari... something happened, and..."

He took a deep breath.

"I think... I think I may be Bisexual." Jude said.

Stef and Lena looked at him with wide eyes, obviously not expecting Jude to say that.

"Are you sure?" Lena asked.

"Yeah. I think I am." He said, "I've been dwelling on it for days. I didn't even know the word for it until Connor said it while we were talking after school at our bench. I realized how little I actually know about this kind of thing, and you two said that if I ever had any questions that I could come to you."

"What questions do you have?" Stef asked.

"Connor mentioned 'LGBTQ'. I'm assuming that it's an abbreviation for something?" He asked.

"It stands for 'Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer'." I said before Lena and Stef got the chance. Jude stared at me in horror at the last word, "Not everybody uses that word as an insult, Juju. Some people use it to say that they don't identify as gay, straight or bisexual."

"Oh. Okay." He said, "What does transgender mean?"

Lena answered this time.

"It's basically what it's called when somebody is born as one thing, but feels like they are another."

Jude just looked confused.

"If you were born a boy, but you identify yourself as a girl, then you're transgender." I explained to him. He nodded his understanding.

"Okay, I think I get it." He said slowly.

"What exactly happened at the mall?" Lena asked.

"I was sitting in the food court, eating mozzarella sticks, and there was this girl standing in line at the ice cream stand. She was... gorgeous. She had blond hair, and her body was... uh, well, you know what I mean. Mariana showed up a couple of minutes later and we went home. I dwelt on it all weekend, and I told Connor about it before we came home today."

"Are you gonna tell Harry and Danny about this?" Stef asked. Jude nodded.

"Yeah. I'll text them and tell them I need to talk to them, tell them to meet us at the diner." He said, "Can you tell B, Mari, and Callie for me while we're out? So I don't have to do this twice?"

They nodded.

"Sure, sweetie." Stef said.

Jude and I stood up and walked back to the Suburban again, while Jude fired off a text to the others that he need them to meet us.

They were already at the diner when we got there. We went inside and walked over to their table and sat down. We ordered our food and sat in silence for a moment before Harry broke the silence.

"What did you need, Jude?" Harry asked.

"I need to tell you guys something."

"Oh god." Danny said.

"What?" I asked him.

"Last time I heard those words spoken like that, my boyfriend was diagnosed with cancer."

"It's nothing like that." I assure him.

"I just realized something, that I figured you guys deserved to know." He said.

"What is it?" Danny asked.

"I'm bisexual."

Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, didn't expect that." He said, "If I had to bet on any of us turning out to be Bi, it would have been Connor."

"How did ya figure that out?" Harry asked.

"He caught himself checking some blond chick out at the mall on Saturday." I answer.

Danny and Harry started laughing.

"Five bucks said he started drooling like he always does when he checks somebody out." Danny chuckled.

Jude glared at him.

"I do not drool." He said irritably.

"Yes you do. You do it every time you see me with my shirt off." I tease him. He snorts and smacks me on the shoulder.

"Shut up." He laughs.

Our food arrived and we all tucked in happily.

It didn't stay that way...

As we were getting up to leave, the door to the diner opened.

I froze, and the other three closed in around me.

In the door stood a tall woman, with brown hair, and cold blue eyes that could freeze water into ice. A woman I had wished I would never see again. We made eye contact, and her eyes narrowed and she sneered.

"Pity. If I had known the kind of filth that dined here, I would have went somewhere else."

I growled at her.

This is one woman I can safely say I hated with every fiber of my being, and the only person on the planet who Jude professed to hating.. A woman who I had fantasies of drowning in pools of sulfuric acid, or bashing her face in with a shovel, or driving a giant ten ton bulldozer over her screaming body.

"Hello... mother."

AN: Enter the bitch. What kind of hell will she raise? Only time will tell.