Namila: Hacking Into Computers One Heartbeat at a Time

When They First Met

Heart racing, Camilla took her first step into the Grade 7 homeroom. Nervously checking her hair for any tangles, she glanced towards the board and saw a seating arrangement. Looking back at her classroom, she saw that only one other person was there.

A blond - haired boy sat nonchalantly at the desk, typing away at a computer intently. She gasped internally. It was like she had been blind her whole life and was suddenly seeing things for what they really were.

As his fingers click-clacked across the keyboard, Camilla stared at him, trying to absorb every detail. His fluttering blond eyelashes moved at breakneck speed - the same rate her heart was going. Her hearing was slowly filtering out of her head, as though it was unimportant information her brain decided to dismiss.

The strain her school bags put on her fingers disappeared as she gazed at him. She couldn't feel herself breathing in and out rapidly, or her brain pounding on her skull excitedly.

Only her eyesight was unobscured, as she tried to fill her entire being with the sight of him. He finally noticed she was looking at him and flicked his sea-blue eyes up to her, giving her a lopsided, mischievous grin. He opened his mouth to say something, but in that precious moment Mr. Milde walked in, his footsteps now echoing now and clear.

He looked back and forth between them, then cleared his throat. "Well. I trust you have found the seating plan?" He smiled a little too knowingly, a little too knowingly for the drumbeat pounding in Camila's chest.

She stuttered, "Oh yes, um-" She looked at the board again, but it was hard to tear her eyes away from the boy that seemed to make her heart a golden sunrise.

She found she was seated with someone called Jamie. She slid into her chair and told her brain to focus. She had a reputation to make. As the other students slowly filtered in, she saw that the boy was chatting with some of his friends.

Sighing, she melted as the sound of his voice filled her with a golden honey of emotion that trickled down her body and made her feel inclined to decrease the space between them until it was no more.

He made her feel... Alive. Intensely alive, as though the years behind her were meaningless, fading into shadow as she faced the sun, the sun that was the boy that made her weak at the knees.

"Hey? You there?" A girl was waving a hand in front of her face. She was medium height, though shorter than Camilla, with long dirty blonde hair and a bedazzled belt buckle that complimented her Hell's Angels shirt. Though she projected some aggressiveness, Camilla could see she had a kind face with a touch of humour.

Although Camilla was slightly annoyed with anyone that took even a trivial section of her attention away from the boy that was slowly becoming the feature of her daydreams, she introduced herself to the girl and then went back to admiring his body with as much good grace as she could muster.

The girl, who must be Jamie, snapped her fingers and brought Camilla's attention away from the boy again. Now beginning to feel irked, but trying to stay polite, Camilla smiled and then said, "Yeah?"

Jamie chuckled, "You were staring at Noah. What's your deal?" As Camilla tried to conceal the overflowing lust flowing up inside of her, she said, "Oh, just looking around."

"You are not!" She said. "Your cheeks are tomato red, and you can only see Noah from where you're looking." Jamie then waved to a golden - haired girl sitting at the first table, and Camilla took the opportunity to actually look around.

Other than Noah, there was nine other boys, though none of them could hold a candle to him in her opinion. Other than Jamie and herself, there was five other girls. A taller girl with short brown hair and a slim, agile looking one looked around as nervously as she did. They must be new.

A girl with long blonde hair down to her waist looked comfortable in the setting, as did the girl with glasses and short brown hair sitting beside her. The girl Jamie had waved at, with long eyelashes and medium blonde hair, looked the most at home, flipping through her notebook nonchalantly.

After absorbing all this in a quick glance, Camilla looked back at Noah. Her whole body was yearning to press into his, her mind trying to find out more about his personality as he sat and played around with what looked like a complicated computer program.

Camilla almost fell off her chair she was so excited. She felt the urge to go sit in the corner and cry tears of joy from her newfound crush, but she resisted the passion with great difficulty.

She too loved to play with computers, to see how they worked and program them to do specific actions. She could see that Noah was using a program she hadn't heard of before. Maybe if she asked him to show her, she would have an excuse to get to know him a little better.

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It was no use. Though she tried to bully her brain into everything the first day of school required, enticing thoughts of Noah wafted into her brain, and rooted there, no matter how hard she pushed them away.

Since she couldn't possibly try and actually do her work, she satisfied her cravings for the sight of him. As the day went on, she found herself staring absentmindedly admiring him. She couldn't explain the feeling that bursted inside her at the sight of him, not even to herself.

Every time he flashed a smile in her direction, every time he winked at her, every time he just flexed his arm to pick something up, she felt an explosion of passion go off in her soul, at the same time her heart was fluttering like a delicate butterfly going about the flowers of her body. She didn't see how the two could mix, but somehow, it just worked.

Somehow, the delicate butterfly and the stinging bee worked together to create a infatuation that she couldn't control.