The Fosters: A Fanfiction Story

Chapter 7

Brandon's POV

Life at home had become a routine since Callie and Jude had moved in. Everyone got up around 5 o'clock. and around 7 we were all downstairs eating breakfast. We hustled out the door around 7:30. When we arrived at school, I usually went to the music room to practice until Talya arrived. I only had a few classes with Callie, but we didn't really talk at school. 

After school, I usually spent some downtime with Talya on the beach. She was such a good girlfriend. Lately she wanted to hang out with me more. She was always texting or calling me when we were apart. With all the time Talya wanted to spend time with me, I didn't get much piano practice time besides before school and that seemed like it was dwindling less and less. It was fine though. The more time with Talya the better. 

One night, I invited Talya to come over for dinner. She showed up about an hour early, so we went to hang out in my room until our moms called everyone down.

"How is Callie doing here?" Talya asked as we sat on my bed. I shrugged my shoulders. "She seems fine. She pretty much keeps to herself. She usually stays in her room with Mariana, so I only see her a few times during the day," I said. "Oh, I'm surprised she hasn't opened up to you since both of you are the same age." I shook my head and dropped the subject quickly. 

When it was time for dinner, everyone made their way down the steps. I sat beside Talya and Callie sat across from me. Everyone dug into the vegetable casserole that Lena had made. "Talya, how has this school year been for you?" My mom, Stef asked. Talya scooped up a portion of casserole and said, "It's really good." My mom nodded in reply

Jesus chopped down on the casserole without a word. Mariana was looking at her dress. Jude was having a side conversation with Lena. Callie was looking down at her plate and slowly taking bites out of her casserole. The table was pretty much quiet. 

I looked over at Callie. She looked at me with her deep, sorrowful eyes. Then she saw Talya looking at her and looked back at her plate. I glanced at Talya. She flashed her pretty smile at me. I smiled back and took another bite of the casserole. I looked back at Callie. She looked over at Jude and smiled, but she didn't look over in my direction. I couldn't help, but wonder where this was coming from. 

Callie's POV

I saw a situation beginning to stir when I got here. Talya already saw me as a threat to her relationship with Brandon. I wasn't about to start drama. Especially over a boy. Jude was too happy here and I wasn't going to ruin it for him. I was enjoying the house myself. I wouldn't admit that out loud to anyone though. I didn't want to jinks it. 

I could see at dinner, the way Talya was looking at me that she still looked at me as a threat. I knew by the look in her eyes. I had seen it before in other girlfriends' eyes. I knew by the look not to dare to even look at Brandon for a split second. I knew he was looking at me, but I just kept my eyes down on my plate. 

After dinner I went to the room I was sharing with Mariana. She was still at the dinner table talking about some big school function she was a part of. I sat on the bed they had given me which was the nicest one I had slept on since being put in foster care. I opened my notebook and did the vocabulary that was given during English. I had to keep my mind focused on school. If I got grades lower than a C, I would be breaking one of my strict rules of probation. 

After finishing the definitions, I put up my notebooks and began to change into my pajamas. Stef took Jude and I to the mall to buy us new clothes and pajamas. We only had a few outfits. Each time we left a foster home, we left something. We probably had left at least ten of our outfits. Who knew where those clothes were now.  

I laid down in the bed, thinking about what was now my life. I knew that while I was staying here in this house, I would continue to have to keep a fair amount of distance from Brandon. Having a moment like my first day at Anchor Beach was definitely out of the question.

He wasn't my type of guy anyway. He didn't really seem like Talya's type either. She seemed like the popular girl that would date a boy on the football team. Not a pianist who seemed like a recluse. I couldn't help, but wonder how they became a couple. I guess they were the perfect example of opposites attracting. 

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt my bed bend as if someone was on it. I turned over to find that Talya was sitting on the edge of my bed. I was shocked. I pulled my covers up a little more even though my clothes were fully covering me. 

"You left the table pretty quick. You hiding something?" I look at her puzzled. What kind of person comes into someone's room and violates their space like this? I thought. We stared at each other for a moment. Then she looked at me with intense eyes and said, "Look! I know you having something for Brandon. I'm not stupid. I saw the way you were at that table. I'm just going to say this once. You better not mess with Brandon. He's mine! Not yours! He never will be yours and if you ever try to get close to him, you're going to regret it." 

I stared at her in disbelief. I wanted to tell her off and tell her how I didn't care about her little boyfriend. Especially since she just threatened me. I had been threatened multiple time in juvie and in most of my foster homes. I wasn't in the mood for this. I sucked in my emotions and simply said, "You don't have to worry about me trying to get with Brandon. I'm not an issue for you to have to worry about." She gave me a stern look. She slowly got up from the bed keeping her eyes on me. "You get a good nights rest tonight. We will be having a big test tomorrow." She gave me a little wink and walked out the door. 

I shook my head and laid back down on the bed. I can't believe that just happened, I thought. I had did nothing to her or Brandon to deserve that. I could feel tears coming to my eyes, beginning to blur my vision. I took a deep breath and made sure none of the tears would leave my eyes. I wasn't going to let "Little Miss Perfect" ruin my time in such a nice foster home and I was going to make sure she wasn't going to ruin it for Jude.