Established in 1865, The University of Kansas is a public research university and the largest in the U.S. state of Kansas occupying on over 1,100 acres of land and having 26,968 students attend. The campus appears to be the size of a small town; everywhere was a student parking spot. The University of Kansas is home of the Jayhawk, a mythical bird with a fascinating history; the name combines two birds-the blue jay, a noisy, quarrelsome thing known to rob other nests, and the sparrow hawk, a stealthy hunter. During the 1850s, the Kansas Territory was filled with such Jayhawks. The area was a battleground between those wanting a state where slavery would be legal and those committed to a Free State. The factions looted, sacked, rustled cattle, stole horses, and otherwise attacked each other's settlements. For a time, ruffians on both sides were called Jayhawkers. But the name stuck to the Free states. Lawrence, where KU would be founded, was a Free State stronghold.
"Professor! Professor Maters! W-wait!" "Hmm?" Meg turned around to see a couple of girls running up to her in a hurry. If the students didn't know better they would have mistaken Professor Masters as student. Meg Masters looked no older than 27, she had dark wavy brown hair and eyes with bright red lipstick. She wore a purple tie-dye blouse under a black leather jacket with black skinny jeans and light purple Diesel Hi-Travis heels. "Is it true?! They yelled out as they made their way to her. Meg frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "Is what true?" The girls' faces grew bright red as they avoided eye contacted with her. "Um...W-well...we heard a rumor t-that...Novak...Professor Novak be working with you this semester in romantic literature." Meg gave a suggestive smile, arching her eyebrow. "Is that so? I guess we will find out when you come to class on Monday." The girls faces lit up as they looked at each other and giggled. "Oh my GOD, we can't wait! Thank you Professor!" Meg turned around as they wondered away, their giggling fading in the distance. She notices someone leaning behind a tree, raven black hair peeking out. "Hiding is a little bit childish, don't you think?" She teased as Castiel stepped out with a smile on his lips. "Hello, Meg." Castiel was wearing a wool blend brown tweed waistcoat vest, white button-up underneath with the sleeves rolled up and finished with a pair of dark blue jeans, dark red tie, and black aviators. Castiel's smile grew as he walked next to her, handing her a cup of coffee. "I've just hear the most interesting rumor Clarence." She eyed him playful as she took a sip of her coffee. "Oh? And what did this rumor entail? He asks while playfully bumping into her. "Oh just that a certain Professor is going to be joining me this semester in Romantic Literature, I'm guessing that was you Castiel." She nodded her head his way as they walked. He didn't respond, he just looked straight ahead and kept smiling. "Why are you so sweet on me, Clarence?" she asks, fluttering her eyes. "Oh, I don't know, I think your class is going to be too big for you to handle" He joked as he smiled at the passing female students; the girls blushed and giggled among themselves. Meg smirked, winking at him. "You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you?" Castiel rolled his eyes. "I am aware of how to do that." They both laugh at that. Castiel was eye candy for the female students and faculty, they adored him and Meg knew her class was about to double in size in females once he starts teaching with her with on Monday. However, there was something that she knew that they will never know and that was behind that sweet smile; Castiel Novak had a dark past. Meg's smile died as she thought about it; she discovered that Castiel had an interest in both men and women when she dated him in college, which wasn't a big deal to her. However, the night he told her that he was bisexual, he also told his family, hoping they would take it as well as Meg did. Some members in Castiel's family welcomed him with opened arms him like Balthazar, Anna, and Gabriel; but most of them disapproved of his sexuality when he told them; especially his cousin Uriel and Naomi. Castiel was beaten right in front of Meg by Uriel in a fit of rage that only stopped once Balthazar and Gabriel stepped in while Anna took Castiel to the hospital. That was a very ugly time in their lives; she can still remember sleeping in the waiting room late in the morning with Anna, Balthazar, and Gabriel while Castiel was in recovery. The next day they were finally able to see him; his face was bruised, lower lip busted, right arm and noised broken, yet he stilled smiled. Anna cried and asked him why he didn't fight back, why he lied to the hospital about how he got his injuries, but Castiel refused to acknowledge what happen. He was in complete denial that he was a victim of a hate crime by his family. When Meg returned to the hospital the next day she discovered that Castiel had left A.M.A (Against Medical Advice), she tried to call his cell but it was no longer in service, then tried Balthazar's and Gabriel's, same thing. Then she received a text from an unknown number that read: Meg, Castiel is going to be okay. The doctors said that he should make a full recovery in a few months. I'm sorry that you had to witness what you did last night. But I want you to know that he is in good hands, Balthazar, Gabriel and I are furious about how our family "handled" the situation and we have decided to cut ourselves and Castiel off from the family. I'm sorry. But please for now, don't look for us. -Anna. Meg quickly called the number but it was also out of service. Her phone dropped to the floor as she bolted out of the hospital, hoping into her car driving to Castiel's apartment. Once she got there she banged on the door over and over until her hand started to bleed. "Castiel! Castiel! Castiel!" Tears running down her cheeks as the apartment remind quite, she couldn't remember how long she was banging on the door, shouting his name. She finally stopped once she notices that the door was starting to stain with her blood. Dropping to her knees she lean against his door, hitting the back of her head lightly, "Castiel..." She choked out as she pulled a picture of him out of her wallet and clung onto it like her life depended on it. As years went by, Meg had to change her phone number and moved because Castiel family wouldn't stop harassing her about were Castiel was hiding. She moved to Lawrence, Kansas and finished school and got her PhD in literature. Meg went out to Harvelle's Roadhouse one night to celebrate her graduation, enjoying her drink she let her eyes wonder around the room until a familiar voice caught her attention, she knew that voice anywhere, but could it be possible? Her eyes scan the room until she found were it came from. It came from table that had three men one with brown hair, the other with dirty blonde. "Balthazar? Gabriel?" Her eyes widened when she settled on the third man with black hair. "C-Castiel...?" Her voice felt dry when his name escaped her lips, could it really be him? After all these years? Her body started moving on its own as she approached the table. Balthazar eyes widen when Meg reach their table "Oh my GOD..." Confused, Castiel fallowed Balthazar's eyes and froze. Meg. His brain screamed at him. "Remember me? I sure remember you Clearance" She smiled, crossing her arms across her chest. "Hello, Earth to Meg" Castiel waved his hand in front of her, snapping her back to the present. "No, wait what?" Castiel laughed, placing his hands on her cheek. "Where did you go?" Meg leans into his touch, her expression pained as she avoided his gaze. "That night…" she whispered. Castiel's smiled died and his eyebrows furrow at the comment. "Meg that belongs in the past, we don't need to dwell on that…" She returned her gaze, looking at his sullen face. She could tell that he wanted to drop the conversation; even after all these years he was still refuses to talk about it. "So Clearance, I was thinking since that you're going to be in my class that you can come up with the books list for the students, but I must warn you my minimum is ten books." She narrowed her eyes and gave an unconvincing grin. Castiel's fixed grave expression broke as he rolled his eyes and smiled. "Wow Meg, ten books? I'm glad I didn't have you when I went to school." They both laugh as they reached Meg's car. "Okay, Clearance I will see you Monday. Make sure you do you "homework" this weekend" She smiled as she turned to unlock her car, when she was suddenly whipped around by strong arms facing Castiel, his expression serious. "Meg…" Her eyes widened as she felt his lips on her forehead. "Thank you; you're a good friend…"