Campus Missed Connections Novels & Stories

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.

I caught myself leaning towards him and blinked, shoving myself back from the table—but that just leaned me back against his arm that was still slung over the back of my chair. Mack, smiling like he knew exactly what was going on, waggled his eyebrows when I snapped forward again to remove contact. “Are you okay, Cara?” Meg asked, giggling. “I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m just… it’s just not necessary…. I can’t learn to drive in one night and I don’t have a car. I just need to—” “Don’t they have a phone number you can call for Campus Security, or something? Because of that Night Walker thing?” Meg offered.

The only thing I can do is shake it off and move on with the rest of my day. Barnett has about twenty thousand students so the chances of running into that guy again are slim to none. At least that's what I keep telling myself because it makes me feel decidedly better.

"Nine AM! And you're trending on T*****r! All four of you! Something about storming a secret facility and freeing prisoners and—are you okay? Are you safe? Why didn't you call me?" "I'm fine. We're all fine. I just—it's been a really long few days—" "Get to campus. Now. We're having an emergency roommate meeting and you're explaining everything." She hangs up before I can protest. "Who was that?" Alvaro mumbles. "Emma. She's freaking out." "The whole campus is probably freaking out," Javier says, already checking his phone. "We have seventy-three messages in the group chat. Most of them asking if we're alive."

There are almost forty missed calls from multiple people and a whole bunch of texts accompanying most of them. I pry open my purse to take out my portable charger while going through my phone. I have missed calls from my friends at work and Soph who had most likely seen my text and called. Instead of calling either of them back, I move on to my messages app. Soph’s texts are mostly worried texts asking why I’m not responding and to call her as soon as possible. The next string of texts are personal ones from Hailey, Phil, and Maya, but instead of replying to them one by one, I decide to go on the group chat Phil made, where they’re all present. Tapping on the chat, I’m overwhelmed by their w

"Linkon High School strikes back! Female student admitted into Hareford University following false accusations of cheating!" "Bottom feeder to Hareford candidate in just one year!" "Riveria High School eats their words! Riviera's principal initiates emergency crisis management measures!" My phone was ringing nonstop due to the sheer number of notifications I was getting. Classmates, teachers, relatives, and even elementary school classmates I hadn't been in touch with for years were reaching out to congratulate me. After ending a call with my aunt, Diana Mayfield, I sent Jack a message. "See you in Clock Square."

I opened it and read the first line out loud because I needed sound in the room. "Effective immediately, your campus access has been temporarily revoked pending review due to recent disruptive incidents." My throat closed. I read the sentence twice. Then a picture attachment loaded. It showed a smiling Miss Vivienne at a PTA table, clipboard in hand, the school's logo in the background. I did not know whether the picture was proof or threat. The warehouse felt suddenly, dangerously small.

I picked it up and plugged it in with a charger I found close to the socket. In a few minutes, it turned on, and I could see loads of notifications and missed calls on it. Some of them were from Kira, and most of them were from school. I had missed all my classes for today without any pre-information, and it made sense for my course mates to get worried. There were multiple texts from Becky, but the texts and calls from Dan were just too much. “Hey.. you weren't ’t in school today, I hope everything is alright..”

"You know, he still doesn't know you exist. However, it doesn't matter anymore. "We're doing just fine." I could not help but laugh, nodding with enthusiasm. It was then that I finally grasped the weight of Emmett's sigh from the time I insisted on joining him in Twilight City. The studio was thriving, and I could not wait to share the good news with Chloe. She texted back instantly, showering me with congratulations and promising to drop by soon. Then, one day, an unexpected visitor walked into my studio. "Can I help you with anything?"

Blondie opened the door for us, and as we passed, he blew Melissa a kiss, which made her giggle. We were on our way to the dorm when I felt my phone buzzing furiously in my jeans pocket. I had forgotten it on do not disturb to study. When I took it out I saw ten missed calls. From Connor. “Shit…” “What?” “Connor phoned like hundreds of times.” And send text messages. It read: Hey, answer your phone. Wtf? Did something happen? Cassie pick up ffs. “Where’s your phone, Melissa?” “Oh, I left it in the room.” she grimaced. “Sorry…”