Hey guys! Finally, I present to you the second chapter of Torn Dresses and Forgotten Futures! Okay so it's not going to be as good as the first chapter I wrote because I'm really bad at continuing with these things and building plots and dealing with the climax and the falling action and everything else that makes a successful story. And that sentence was a run-on but unfortunately it is too late at night for me to fix it and I just want to put this fic out into the world before I think twice about what I am doing. So, I hope you enjoy!

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Callie awoke feeling hung-over.

She hadn't had anything to drink the night before, but the day had been heavy. She began to recall the afternoon at the beach, the escape from Wyatt, and how blue Brandon Foster's eyes looked from only a few feet away. Her heart fluttered for only a second, as she then remembered the intervention with Stef.

"In this house we do not allow the intermingling of our children and foster children," Stef had said with a steaming cup of coffee to her lips.

Callie's stomach took a plunge before entering the kitchen. She prayed that maybe, just maybe, Lena and Stef had forgotten the whole thing and everything would be normal again. Or at least as close to normal as it was before.

"Good morning, Callie," Stef said without looking up from her newspaper.

"Good morning," Callie said to the floor.

"What's the matter with you?" Lena laughed as she strode into the kitchen.

"Huh?"

"You seem down. Is there something wrong?" Lena asked obliviously.

"Uh, no," Callie muttered quickly, then added, "just tired, I guess,"

"How busted are you?" Brandon ran up beside Callie once Lena was out of sight.

They were walking around the school grounds like they did every morning before first period.

"What are you talking about?" Callie asked as she self-consciously crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"My moms," Brandon was speaking so softly that Callie had to lean into him. She stumbled suddenly, and their shoulders brushed. She snuck a peek at his face to see if he had felt what she just had, and if his nerves were bouncing around beneath his skin like hers were.

"Are they going to send you back?" He asked.

"Uh, they didn't say anything," Callie offered.

A sudden yearning washed over Brandon and the tips of his fingers began to tingle. Unsettled by this feeling, he stopped walking.

"What is it?" Callie asked when she turned around to Brandon sitting limply on the grassy field beside the entrance of the school.

Despite his efforts, Brandon still sat unresponsive on the ground. His expression grew glazed and weary. Callie held out her hands and Brandon used them to hoist himself up. A familiar feeling pulsed through her veins and she was lifted from inside. Again, she checked to see if he felt it too.

Brandon looked at Callie, and planned on doing so until he absolutely had to blink again.

"Are you okay?" Callie uttered before her lips were locked with Brandon's. Her heart was beating triple time and her senses were on overdrive. She was completely numb but at the same time all she could feel were Brandon's arms around her waist and his hair that she kept on running through her fingers.

"What is this?" Callie and Brandon were interrupted by a familiar voice. Brandon felt Callie tense up.

Wyatt was making their way over to them, his knuckles white.

"Wyatt, stop!"

Oh my God.

Callie could feel the wet ground soaking through her jeans as she knelt down beside Brandon. He looked so lifeless; so unconscious. She couldn't help but grimace when she saw blood dribbling out of his terribly bruised nose. She continued to stare sadly at the broken Brandon, and contemplated kissing him again despite the wounds on his face. She quickly realized that this would be a dumb idea considering the assailant was only a few feet away and was glaring at the two with jealous eyes.

"What is going on here?" Lena exclaimed when she saw her beaten child sprawled on the dewy grass. She clenched her jaw when she saw Callie sitting beside Brandon.

"Get to class!" She barked.

Callie had never seen Lena so angry. She felt a familiar wave of nausea. She did it in for her and Jude, but this time she wasn't so sure if he would forgive her.