Campus Missed Connections Novels & Stories

"Hows everything? Paul asked. "Everything is good" the guy replied. "Why are you here?" another guy asked. "This is my cousin; she wants to register" Paul replied. "Your cousin?" the guy asked ins surprise. "Yes" Paul replied. "Its runs in the family" one of the guys said. I smiled a little at the compliment. "2000 for faculty fee" a guy said. "What's the account number, let me transfer it" Paul said as brought out his phone. "2213457234 Zenith Bank" the guy replied.

> **24 Missed Calls: Sarah (Agency Relations)** > **11 Unread Text Messages** > Liam’s throat went dry as sandpaper. He swiped the screen open, his fingers trembling slightly as he read the top message sent exactly seven minutes ago: > *SARAH: Look at the news. Now. Marcus Vance just dropped the second video. The network is calling an emergency review meeting at the TD Garden rink in thirty minutes. If Jaxson isn't there in full gear, the Warriors are scratching him for tonight's game.*

Actually shaking. "You good?" Marcus's voice in my headphones sounded concerned. "Yeah," I lied. "Fine. Just... passionate about the topic." The commercial aired. Sixty seconds of car insurance ads and local restaurant promotions. Sixty seconds for me to breathe. Sixty seconds before my phone started lighting up like a fireworks show. Not listeners. Not social media. But an email. From the university. From Dean Whitmore's office. Ms. George, we need to meet with you immediately regarding your broadcast. Please come to the administration building. This is urgent.

The noon bell hadn't even finished striking when the first notification hit the courtyard. It started with simultaneous pings from three separate phones near the training tables outside The Bee’s Hive, but within seconds, the sound was echoing across the gravel paths in a ragged chain reaction. Students walking stopped mid-stride, their thumbs flying across their screens as the internal campus forum underwent a system update. A group of sprinters practicing handoffs on the grass cut their drill short, clustering around a single device while their breathing was still heavy from the track.

And he says he will be transferring from here. Where's he even working next? At the hospital, he'd transferred me already. I sigh, climbing off the bed. I remember….. I've got a class today, this morning by 8 AM coupled with a test right there. Pack Management and Statistics. A course that even Cerise offers. I dropped my phone inside the pocket of my trousers yesterday. I rush for it, turning it on. Fifteen missed calls. Cerise. Eight missed calls. Dad. Three missed calls. The Beta.

Three weeks into university, I missed Luca's call because I was in a room where phones had to remain in our bags and the session ran forty minutes late. That explanation was clear to me. It was less clear to him, waiting after a shift with a meal going cold because we had agreed to talk before he ate. By the time I checked the screen, he had sent a message saying he needed to go out and would speak later. I read the words while hurrying across campus and heard disappointment before I considered how much of it I was adding.

Mila said, earning a nod from Emma. "But y-you won't c-come alone. Blake m-must be with you." Emma reminded her. "There's something else, the campus is big. You have to be specific where you are, so if you're in the parking lot, it will be SOS CP, in your building SOS CA, in the college garden SOS CG...am I forgetting something?" Mila sounded really anxious and worried about her best friend. "Chill... I'll be okay... I g- got you n-now, I know I w-will be okay," Emma assured her, making Mila smile.

We reached the loading dock. The cool night air hit my face, and for a second, I could breathe again. "Drive, Take the long way. Avoid the main campus gate." As we pulled away, I looked out the tinted window. I saw the crowd leaving the front of the rink. I saw people holding up their phones taking pictures and videos. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Missed Calls: Father Messages: Father Messages: Jax I opened Jax’s messages first.

Maya was halfway through her Programming homework when her phone buzzed. She ignored it. Professor Chen's assignment was due tomorrow and she still had three problems left. It buzzed again. And again. She grabbed it, ready to silence it, but saw Jess's name. Where are you? He's not here. I've been waiting an hour. Maya's stomach dropped. She typed back: Where are you? Coffee shop. Off campus. The one we went to last week.

Tried Jess Moore. Still nothing. I just sat with that for a second. The campus directory has everybody. Every student, every guest, every TA, every staff member. It updates every week. I’ve used it a hundred times for study groups and office hours. No record meant she wasn’t in the system.