Author's Note: I only own my idea and the family I'll use. Sorry for the wait I got really busy with school work.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I wish I did.

Thanks to my Betareader, The Lost Chapters, for helping with this story.

Author's Note: I only own my idea and the family I'll use

Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I wish I did.

Thanks to my Betareader, The Lost Chapters, for helping with this story.

Guinevere had sent Brett home shortly after the encounter, but she had still stayed out all night. Just thinking about how everything had changed in that one single second. She wondered if she could have changed something, would she have? She walked into the house to be greeted by the sounds of everyone getting ready to go to school. She waved at her siblings before she went up the stairs. She was just a bit glad for the fact she didn't have to sleep. She jogged up the stairs into her room, pulled the dress off and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. She pulled her still curled hair into a ponytail and called it good. She stopped long enough to put lotion on her arms, her neck, and her face. She picked up her book bag and her cheer bag before she left her room. When she got down stairs he looked at Evelyn who was dressed in a pair of grey slacks and a black button up.

"Let's move it Guinevere," Evelyn said. Guinevere nodded and walked out the door. She met Wolf at their car and they stopped to looked at each other.

"Who is driving?" she asked.

"I think you should," Wolf answered. Guinevere nodded and after both of them put their bags in the backseat they pulled out of the driveway and headed toward school. They beat their mom there and they separated to go to their lockers. Guinevere was just opening her locker when she noticed Andie and Charlie close by. She waved to Charlie before she focused on her locker. She smiled at some of the pictures of her and Brett. She had just grabbed her history book when a pair of arms wound around her waist.

"How much sleep did you get?" She asked quietly.

"I passed out the moment my head hit the pillow. How much sleep did you get?" He asked.

"None I didn't get home until about seven," she replied.

"Guinevere, that's not good for you," Brett reprimanded.

"Don't tell me what's good for me and what isn't. Because technically, I don't need to sleep," Guinevere pointed out. She felt Brett rest his chin on her shoulder before kissing her cheek.

"Hey you two, break it up," a voice called. Guinevere chuckled as she recognized Lukas's voice.

"Make me Ford," Guinevere taunted.

"I could, and you know it," Lukas said. Guinevere smiled before rolling her eyes.

"The day that happens will be the day I admit my heritage," Guinevere said. Brett had released her so she closed her locker and looked at the two boys.

"You guys going running tonight?" she asked.

"We were thinking about it. You want to see if you can keep up?" Lukas asked with a smile.

"I can always keep up," Guinevere taunted. Before Lukas could reply, the bell rang, calling all the students to their first hour class.

"I'll see you later," Guinevere said as she kissed Brett on the cheek and spared Lukas a wave before she headed off to history class. She sighed before ducking into her seat by the window. She knew her mother had already taken her spot in front of the class. She had taken Mr. Abernathy's place as the history teacher after he was murdered. The class began and Guinevere focused on the window, looking outside and ignoring her mother's lecture.

"Ms. Archer, can you tell me how you feel about it?" Evelyn asked.

"Uh, the plague was caused by crowded living quarters, crowded conditions, and trash build up," Guinevere said. Evelyn laughed and shook her head.

"Ms. Archer you're a day ahead of us. We were speaking about King Henry the eighth and why he had so many wives, what is your take on it?" Evelyn asked. Guinevere smiled. Her mother knew that Guinevere had personal experience with the king.

"Henry the eighth was insecure and power hungry," Guinevere said.

"Care to elaborate on that?" Evelyn asked as she sat on the edge of her desk.

"Sure, Henry the eighth started life as a young and handsome king who had everything going for him. He had but one male heir and yet that wasn't enough. He wanted more. As he got older he got uglier and he had a leg wound that, excuse my language, wouldn't allow him to get it up. So his wives had to find different handpicked lovers from court to attempt to get pregnant. The king eventually found out and beheaded the wives and all those involved because he was insecure," Guinevere stated.

"Okay, anyone want to add to Ms. Archer's opinion of King Henry the eighth?" Evelyn asked scanning the class. Everyone stayed silent still in shock over what Guinevere had said.

"Okay, if no one has any questions, on Friday we'll have a small quiz dealing King Henry the Eighth and the Plague. So those of you who might need help, find someone to tutor you," Evelyn stated.

"Get in groups of two and we're going to do a project," Evelyn said. Guinevere sighed because honestly, she didn't really care about whatever project her mother was going to have them do. Actually, she figured she could just insert a word or two and help her partner. Some random guy offered to partner with her and she didn't really mind. After that class, she just coasted through until lunch. She walked into the lunch room and went to get a Caesar salad with chicken on it and a bottle of apple juice. She scanned the cafeteria and was shocked to find Wolf sitting with Lukas and his crew. She walked over and sat across from her brother.

"You going running tonight Wolf?" Guinevere asked as she took a bite of her salad.

"Yeah. I've got some tension to let out," Wolf muttered as he took a bite out of his sandwich. Guinevere chuckled and continued to eat in silence, keeping an eye on everything around her.

"Hey Guinevere, something is different about you. Have you eaten recently?" Lukas asked.

"I'm eating right now," Guinevere said as she held up a bite of salad.

"Funny Archer, I meant the blood red kind of food," Lukas said. Guinevere shrugged and opened her apple juice, taking a sip of it.

"I had something last night, it might just be the afterglow is all," Guinevere muttered. Lukas nodded his head and went back to his food. Guinevere was just taking a bite of her salad when she felt someone watching her. She turned around and saw Dylan.

"I'll be back," she said as she stood up and crossed the cafeteria to where he was sitting.

"What's up?" She asked.

"How did you know I was here for you?" He asked.

"Call it a hunch," Guinevere said. Dylan took her chin in his hand and leaned down close to her ear.

"Something is coming, and I want you to know that Claire and I will be there for you when it does," he whispered.

"I know, brother. Thank you," Guinevere whispered back before she hugged him.

"Keep everyone safe, and if something happens tell me about it and I'll help," Guinevere admitted before she walked away. She sat down at the table and looked back once, noticing the Dylan was already gone. She sat quietly and ate her salad, her thoughts preoccupied with what Dylan had been talking about. She could feel that something was off, but she couldn't put her finger on it, and that worried her. She sighed when lunch was over and went to throw away the remains of her lunch. After speaking with Dylan her appetite had disappeared, so she went back to coasting through the day. Once school was blissfully over she was at her locker, putting books back she didn't need and grabbing the ones she did.

"Hey, you want to ditch practice to hang out and study for your mom's quiz?" Brett asked as he walked up. Guinevere looked up and smiled at him.

"Sure. I'll probably get yelled at later, but I want to study more," Guinevere said.

"Hey Guin, I've got a question," Brett started. Guinevere turned her head to the side and closed her locker, walking down the hall with him.

"Shoot, as long as it's not at me," Guinevere joked. Brett smiled draping an arm around her shoulders.

"Would you eventually tell me your life story?" Brett asked.

"Maybe, but I don't think you'd like it very much," Guinevere muttered.

"Was it that bad?" he asked. Guinevere nodded and smiled sadly at him.

"You wouldn't believe it," Guinevere answered. Brett nodded and the two of them continued out of the school and toward Brett's house to study.