The Assassin's Kryptonite

Deep Sleep

Deep Sleep

I don’t know how long I’ve slept, but when I woke up, I decided not to open my eyes yet. I don’t know, just to be cheeky. I wonder what Trevor is up to when I’m not around, or in this case, when I’m not awake.

I moved and turned sideways and faced the river. Oh, he didn’t change his position? Wow, that must be numbing. I felt him move as well and I heard the string of the fish pole. He must have caught something. And I was right because I felt a drop of water fall on my face.

I wasn’t supposed to react, but I couldn't help but scrunch my face because it dropped on my forehead, and I can feel it now streaming down my cheeks. Oh, for Pete’s sake, I’m just going to open my eyes—

I wasn’t able to open my eyes when I felt his hand caressing my cheeks. I felt him wipe the water on my face so gently that if I had been awake, I’d never know. His hand is rough. Which is so far from my own soft hands, but it felt nice. Why does it feel nice?

I thought when he finished wiping my face, he’d remove his hand already, but I almost smiled when I felt him caressing my hair. What now Trevor? Falling for me yet? If I didn’t try my best, I could’ve shown him a smirk and it would jeopardize my act of pretending to sleep. But thank God that I was able to stop myself.

I felt him do that to my hair for about a minute or two, then he stopped. He must have fish again. I waited longer because he might have done something else, but he didn’t, so I stopped acting and woke up for real already. I stretched my arms as I breathed the fresh air. God, that must be one of the best sleep I’ve ever had and that’s odd because I’m in an unfamiliar place with no large bed, tens of pillows and an airconditioned room. On top of that, I’m with a stranger! Really? Do you really still treat him as a stranger? Well…. He still is, right? Although you slept on his leg already? Oh, shut up your stupid subconscious!

“Did you sleep well?” he asked while looking at me.

“Yes!” I smiled so widely in front of him that he might have found it weird. But I smiled more when he smiled back.

“Good.”

“How about you? Aren’t you sleepy?” Well, compared to me, he has done so many things since this morning, so he might be tired.

“No,” he answered briefly as he concentrated on fishing again.

“Okay,” I answered, not wanting to force him. I just stared at the scenery in front of us and I instantly felt better again. I mean how could I not? With the fresh air, the sound of the water and the trees swaying as the wind blows. And now that we're quite like this, I can almost even hear the sound of the birds. I haven’t appreciated nature this much! So, refreshing!

“Oh, by the way, can you teach me how to fish now?” I exclaimed, remembering the thing we talked about before I took my afternoon nap.

“Wait here, I’ll get a fishing pole,” he made a move to stand up, but I immediately grabbed his shirt.

“Can’t we just use what your using?” I exclaimed. Maybe I was too excited to learn that I didn’t want him to even spend a minute walking towards the mansion to get a new one, or maybe I just didn’t want to be alone. Well, I guess both?

“Fine,” he agreed as he sat down again. He pulled the string of the fishing rod and began teaching me seriously. What the hell? I thought this was supposed to be fun.

“First, I’ll teach you how to use lures.”

“Lures?”

“Yes, this one,” he exclaimed as he pointed at the thing you put at the end of the string to catch the fish. Like bait.

“Okay,” I enthusiastically nodded to show him that I actually wanted to learn! My dad never takes me fishing because it’s not his hobby in the first place and he’s too busy with the company to care about fishing. Besides, I never wanted to learn before, because I feel like it’s a waste of time. But now that I’m stuck on this island, I sure as hell need to learn this now. “You know what I saw on television before that they used earthworms for bait. It’s a good thing we’re not using that because, I swear, I’ll just shout here all day long,” I added, trying to start a conversation.

“Well, I use them too--”

“What? That’s so gross!” I can’t help but air my disgust because duh? Earthworms? They’re literally such ugly creatures and they’re slimy! Yuck! I have never touched one in my life and I never will!

“But they’re the most effective,” he explained.

“Whatever, I won’t ever touch one! I can still fish without one, right?” I asked worriedly.

“Of course. And I won’t let you use them either because they’re messy, especially when you’re just a beginner.”

“Okay, I’m okay with that. So, what’s this plastic toy?” I asked as I touched what looked like a small plastic ball. Like the ones you give to dogs as toys.

“That’s a type of lure meant to resemble live bait.”

“So, this is in exchange for the worms?”

“Exactly,” he answered, which made me smile triumphantly because just thinking of worms and touching them makes me squirm.

“So, I’m going to use this?” I asked, touching the plastic bait.

“I guess, yes? But don’t you want to know about the other lures too?” he asked, raising a brow.

“What’s the point if I’m going to use the plastic one?” I exclaimed, confused.

“I thought you wanted to learn?”

“Yeah, I do. And I learned that this plastic bait is best for me to use. What’s the point of learning about the other one’s that I’m not going to be using?”

“Fine,” he sighed deeply as he took the plastic bait and attached it to the string.

“Why did you attach it yourself? You could have taught me?”

“What’s the point of learning something when I already know you’ll just let me do it for you every single time?” he exclaimed, arching his annoying brow. Ugh! Such a jerk!

“Whatever!” I couldn’t help but be bitchy again as I rolled my eyes. I hate how he can just counter my arguments every time. It makes me feel like a sore loser. Such disrespect to Camille Louella Herrera Montellano is unacceptable! So unacceptable! “So, what’s next tree?”

“Stop calling me tree,” he exclaimed casually, and it felt like he was not pissed at all. Huh! You don’t even sound affected. That’s why I’m continuously doing it!

“So, what’s next grandpa?” I smirked when I saw him shake his head.

“Next is learning how to cast.”

“Cast?”

“Casting. Basically, throwing the lure back in the water. Let me show you,” he exclaimed, and then threw the lure in the water so effortlessly. “Since we want some distance, it’s best to do an overhead cast, just like what I just did. Do you want to try?” he asked, to which I immediately nodded. Of course, I want to try it! I’m here to learn, aren’t I?

I tried doing it, which I never thought would be hard because it’s so light, but I was wrong!

“That’s okay. This needs a lot of practice anyway,” he tried to make me feel better.

“Okay, so what’s next?” I excitedly asked because I was hoping I could catch some fish today.

“Well, I can’t teach the next one without you catching a fish, so why don’t you let me cast again because yours is just sloppy." Oh forget about the thing that he’s making me feel better, because I’m certain that he just insulted me right there!

“What?” he asked, confused as I glared at him. Ugh! This stupid tree!

“Nothing,” I answered as I gave him back the fishing pole and then he started casting. Well, he does do it better and so flawlessly but… but whatever!

“The next is reeling the fish. This is a spinning reel,” he pointed at the sort of a wheel. “When you reach an optimum length of the string, you can just push the button right here.”

“Okay. And then?” I told you I’m a fast learner. Except for that cast thing!

“Then you wait for the fish.”

“Okay! Let me hold it,” I exclaimed as I took the rod from him. It was rather calming just waiting like that. I mean I’m so quick to be bored when I am in the capital. Like really quick. That’s the reason I change boyfriends at least every week, because they’re all boring for me. I change the contents of my closet and my style often as well because, again, I’m easily bored. But just sitting here, literally doing nothing, is making me calm and sort of happy? I guess. Which is odd. So odd.

“Trevor,” I called his name without looking at him.

“Hmm…?”

“How old are you already?” I finally asked the question which he wasn’t able to answer a while ago.

“Twenty-two.”

“Really? I know you’re old!” I exclaimed, laughing at him. I laughed further when I heard him chuckle as well.

“I guess,” even if he agrees!

“Well, to be fair, you’re old for me because I’m literally just seventeen,” I explained. Speaking of….

“My debut!” I exclaimed in horror that I was even able to let go of the rod which Trevor was able to catch quickly.

“What?” he asked, confused while staring at me.

“My debut!”