🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
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CHAPTER 25&26
Trisha blinked.
No matter?
What does that mean?
Like no matter how wild he gets, no matter what Yolanda turns into, no matter how Axel wants her, no matter what people think, she’ll never leave him!
But it’s not hard right? It’s just a normal ‘not leaving thingy stuff’
“Hmmm?”Bryan’s fingers brushed her chin, going up to her lips. He rubbed the lower spot gently— as gently as he could.
“Just that?”Trisha managed to ask.
“You’re the friendly type but it may happen when I lose it and you have to run. Then you’ll see me as the sociopath everyone sees me as”he said.
“Freddy told me you lost it after your father died. From what Axel told me, it’s IED?”she asked.
Bryan squinted. So Axel knows?
Only Freddy and Yolanda know apart from his family, his secret informant, Ellison and Yolanda’s dad. And now, Trisha.
“Yeah. Developed it at age 12”he replied.
“It’d have been hard,”she said.
Bryan didn’t say anything. He stared at her.
“I still don’t see you as a sociopath. It’s the trigger causing your wildness and I hope you calm with me being around you”Trisha smiled at him.
She picked up the paper drawing of her full happy face and smiled widely, admiring the art.
“It’s beautiful,”she commented.
“Use that to calm my sudden madness”he snatched it from her, keeping it away from her.
Trisha slowly smiled and looked at him, she doesn’t know why she’s feeling weird but she loves it.
“I promise,”she nodded.
Bryan let out a small smile.
“Just promise me also that you’ll stop hating Axel”she said, he frowned a bit.
“I on hate no one, just dislike the haters”he blankly said.
“So Axel is the hater? Gosh, your attitude sometimes”she rolled her eyes.
“Like how sassy you Nigerians behave”he teased.
“I’m not sassy. We’re not sassy. From the look of things you white…”
“Shh, continue pulling out the glasses”he placed his finger on her lips before handing his hands to her.
Later.
Trisha had washed Bryan’s hands, applied sterile gauze now, she’s securing the gauze by wrapping a bandage around his hands.
She had brought the hospital idea but he insisted she treat him and even tho she had no idea on how to do that, she did.
Bryan stayed calm, watching her all through.
“Done,”she sighed.
Freddy entered with widened eyes.
“Whoo, are my eyes deceiving me? You’re really sitting on that bed?”He chuckled.
“You see me floating around?”Bryan savagely asked.
“No fighting”Trisha playfully cautioned and stood up.
“Calm, Quiet Arsehole. Really, I can’t wait to see how Yollie will look füç?ed…”Freddy tried talking but Bryan already threw the gauze at him.
He caught it, laughing.
“Chill, I’m only joking with ya. Simmer down”he said.
“You’ll never call that name again”Bryan glared.
“Fine. I hate her more than you do”Freddy snapped, falling on the available cushion.
“You both.”Trisha groaned. “Well, I’m leaving now. Annie’s calling”she waved her phone.
“And who says I’ll let you leave just like that?”Bryan questioned.
“You should, pills are not used all the time or they’ll become abused”Trisha winked.
Bryan rolled his eyes, secretly smiling.
“And about Annie, we’re officially girlfriend and boyfriend”Freddy said.
Trisha gave him the ‘i-don’t-understand’ look.
“She didn’t say yes or no but I took her screams as yes”he said and looked at Bryan who sighed in total tiredness.
“You and Annie? You both are dating?”Trisha widened her eyes, laughing.
“Officially”he replied, eyes still on Bryan.
Bryan did what was in Freddy’s mind.
He stood up, picked his car’s key fob and walked to Trisha pulling her out by the wrist.
“Mind how you laugh around other guys— especially the mad one in that room”he told Trisha.
•Axel’s Home•
Axel entered the house disappointedly.
His eyes met Britney who’s on the couch, checking out her scratched skin.
Axel knows it’s Ella and Kiki’s handiwork.
Britney’s eyes met his and he started walking towards the staircase.
“Axel, what’s with your face? Did you get into a fight?”Britney asked.
He didn’t reply. He disappeared.
Britney sighed and fell her head on the couch’s neck rest, slapping her forehead repeatedly.
“It’s so hard to be a widow and a rejected stone”she muffled.
“The idea of getting a girlfriend for you was to make you happy Axel!”she screamed, running upstairs.
•Night•
A guy walked in a restaurant, dressed in dark pants and hoodie.
The restaurant is almost empty, just two or three persons left to be done with their food.
Kelly, dressed like a restaurant worker, was cleaning the chairs and tables, humming silently to himself when the hoodie-on-pants guy walked to him.
“You’re the only one working here?”he croakily asked.
Kelly turned to him and removed his face cap, wiping off the sweat dampened on his forehead.
“Yeah. My boss is away for sometime”he replied and glanced at the two men almost done with their food. He blinked and turned back to the guy, realizing he’s another customer just entering.
“Sir, we’ve closed for today, I’m just waiting…”
“I want you to do something for me”the guy butt in, moving closer to him.
Kelly gulped, moving back slowly.
“You see the fat guy right there? I want the knife in his big belly. He’s an assignment for me to finish up, but I thought he’s too simple to handle”the guy whispered.
Kelly felt a kinfe being slid into his sweaty palm and he swallowed.
“You’re.. you’re an assassin?”he whispered.
“You’re smart, kiddo. A jailbird. I got this assignment immediately I was released from jail and it feels so early to make a simple sin.”the guy replied.
The men stood up almost same time, done with their food.
The slim one was the first to leave, the fat target stood, buckling his belt.
“Go on”The assassin whispered to Kelly who immediately started crying.
“Please, why me? I’m just a seventeen year old orphan working to meet my needs. I can’t”Kelly whispered.
Well, before the fat guy could walk out, Kelly already got to him outta insane pressure.
He stabbed him directly in the belly and ran out without knowing if the man died or not.
He doesn’t care to know if the assassin is still in there or not.
What’s in his mind is ‘someone watched you’.
Kelly’s heartbeats turned abnormal as he increased every pace, not daring to look back.
Until someone crossed his part. A tall guy who’s smoking.
Kelly ended up bumping into him. He didn’t look up, he quickly bowed, crying his eyes out.
“I swear he forced me to do it. Please don’t call the cops on me…”he stammered, the weight of fear lingering in his shaky voice.
“What did you do?”the smoking guy asked.
Or should I say, Bryan asked.
*
Kelly flinched his eyes opened immediately. He looked around his room and exhaled realizing he just had the same dream.
The same fúcking dream that has been haunting him for two years now.
Real.
Kelly got down from his bed. He put on his slippers and walked to the bathroom.
Without waiting, he turned on the sink, allowing the cool water to pour all over his hands.
He does that most of the fúcking time.
He stared at his face which was almost covered with his hair.
Not only is he having the nightmare about the fat guy who luckily didn’t die but was rushed to the hospital and the assassin rearrested, he’s also having bad dreams about Collins.
Kelly heaved another deep sigh, before burying his full hands in his hair.
It’s high time he saw Bryan. He has to.
•Saturday~ Trisha And Ann’s Place•
Trisha and Ann lay on Ann’s bed, positioned opposite each other— Ann’s head beside Trisha’s legs and Trisha’s head, beside Ann’s legs.
“I wish I could go back to yesterday or quickly get to tonight. I can’t wait for our first date tonight”Ann squealed.
“Your relationship sucks. Is that love at fifth or sixth sight?”Trisha scoffed, rolling her eyes with a smirk.
“Awwn. Poor girl, you jealous?”Ann laughed.
“Why’d I be?”Trisha asked and Ann tapped her leg.
“Yeah. When you have BMW all to yourself”Ann said, sarcastically.
“Dummy”Trisha laughed, hitting Ann’s legs. She smiled to herself, rubbing the ‘ANGEL’ pendant.
“I feel for Axel. He’s asthmatic”Trisha said suddenly
“His problem”Ann rolled her eyes.
“I’m serious. Just imagine not being able to breathe for few seconds, you’re dead”Trisha muttered.
“Pfft. I pity BMW. IED ain’t a good thing. By the way, any chander for us?”Ann asked.
“Chander kill you there, idiot”Trisha said, in pidgin english.
“I understand that, Pabo”Ann retaliated.
“Not fair. I clearly said mine the way you’ll understand. Now what’s Pabo?”Trisha sat up.
“Fool”Ann sat up too, stucking her tongue out.
“mumu!”Trisha snapped.
“Meong-cheong-i (Idiot)”Ann fired.
“You don dey ment”Trisha winked.
Ann started laughing hard.
“Why? You know the meaning?”Trisha asked.
“No. Your language sounds funny. We’ll both learn each other’s languages”she replied.
“Sounds fun. But what I’m saying is not really my language. It’s like a general flowing language for all Nigerians, maybe Africans too.”Trisha explained.
“So what’s your language?”Ann pouted.
“Nah. Too hard.”Trisha said and fell back on the bed.
“Or, you’re shy to say your middle name’s A-da?”Ann smirked, pronouncing the name in her accent.
Trisha sat back up with bulging eyes, she gulped.
“How…how”she swallowed.
“I’m your Bestie bro. Well, one fateful day, your dad called, you were in the bathroom… story shortened— immediately I picked the call, your dad was like ‘A-da, how are you’ and I was like ‘A-da isn’t here, it’s Yeom-ji…”
“Stop!”Trisha screamed.
•Yolanda’s Home~Kitchen•
Yolanda is dressed in a transparent, white gown, preparing a little dish for breakfast.
She’s fully naked inside, the transparent gown she’s in did nothing to cover her.
Instead it exposed everything. Literally.
Cardi B’s ‘enough (Miami)’ buzzed through her phone and she never stop swirling and twirling her waist.
She just got a call from her modeling company in Paris— she’s been signed for another contract for a month.
It’s starting in a month.
If she could quickly push Bryan’s anger by dealing with the Brown Girl, she’ll escape to Paris and wait until her dad rushes things with Selena about her and Bryan’s wedding.
Of course, Yolanda isn’t doing things crazily now because Bryan is hers.
She knows.
He’ll soon be done with the brown girl and that’s when she runs from him.
Cause, hell. Yolanda knows he’ll kill someone when something happens to Trisha. That someone will be her third puppet— sawie to him.
The Brown Girl will have to flee back to her annoying country, or if she doesn’t, Yolanda has no option but to end her.
Anyway, all these must happen before Yolanda’s said contract in France.
The song paused and her phone started ringing, stopping her from cracking the egg in her hand.
She walked to the counter where she kept her phone and picked it, seeing it’s ‘Father’
“Father”she licked her mouth wall.
“Princess. I met with Selena yesterday”Ronald said over the phone.
“And? What’s the outcome?”She asked.
“What else? You were called his everything since Mom left us. Selena can’t afford to lose our bond, or Walters Hotels and Resorts crash totally. At every move, it’s a win on our side”Ronald replied.
One’d know he’s smoking since his breath are slowly and heavy.
“So Selena will do everything to bring Bryan and I together?”Yolanda relaxed on the counter, brushing her hair with her long fingers.
Her long, black nails pulled out few strands.
Her smile? Crazy.
“Certainly. And he can’t do anything, except he wants to graduate as a gatekeeper.”
“I don’t wish that for him. His drawing skills are so magnifik”Yolanda smiled wider.
“Start looking for the best wedding dress for yourself, princess.”Ronald said.
“Also, tell me about the black lady chasing after your fiánce”he added.
“Hmmm. Love that word ‘Fiánce’”Yolanda grinned.
Her head is full of scenes on when Bryan will finally kiss her, when he’ll fúck her and tell her she’s his.
Only his.
•Bryan’s Residence•
Kelly entered to meet Freddy on the couch, munching Cheddar crackers and watching action movie in his phone.
“Dude, you really came”Freddy looked at him, then frowned.
“Wait, how did you come in? You know the passcode?”he asked.
“Nah, just got to the gate and it showed green, it opened itself”Kelly replied.
“Oh,Bryan saw you already.”Freddy nodded.
“Cause you wouldn’t wanna know how cute the passcode sounds like”he winked.
Kelly didn’t understand that, he didn’t bother understanding.
“School Rep. You’re representing the school or my house?”Bryan’s voice sounded from wherever.
Kelly doesn’t know but it’s like a mic or something.
“I think he wanna represent your arse”Freddy laughed.
Kelly laughed too.
“I badly wanna see you, BMW. I need your help”he said.
“Again”he muffled the word, silently.
“Just take those stairs, you’ll be led to his boring and interesting Atelier where he’s sketching one human in many ways”Freddy directed Kelly, winking.
“Thanks”Kelly said and took the directed route.
*
“Gosh, my life is complicated.”Courtney groaned as she came out of the taxi that stopped right before her off-campus building.
She got to the boot with the cabdriver and they both pulled out her luggage.
“I’m from the United States of America, I stayed in Germany with my family, I now stay in Korea with my fúcking mom and her new husband, I’m schooling in England”Courtney yelled to herself.
The driver looked at her above his glasses and shrugged, finally dropping all her bags on the ground.
“What’s worse? My name’s Court. Like, what kinda court am I? Supreme, Sharia, constitutional? What?”she continued, paying the driver.
She waved the taxi as it started.
“That girl is weird”An old passerby told his old wife.
“Your daughter is weird! Maybe you don’t even have a daughter”Courtney fired.
“Rude, naughty child”The old granny scoffed.
“I’m sorry granny, I’m not. It’s just anger”she bowed.
The old couple hissed and walked past her.
Courtney rolled her eyes, helping herself with her luggage.
“Finally, I’m back. Motherfúckers stay clear this year or… who the hell am I even referring to?”she muffled, rubbing her forehead.
“What?!”she shouted at some girls staring at her. They quickly scurried away to wherever shit they came from.
•Trisha and Ann’s Room•
They’ve both eaten salad and Goldfish Cheddar crackers and they’re back to their lying positions.
“I really can’t wait for tonight”Ann belched.
“And I also can’t wait for Friday night”
“Me too, I guess”Trisha mumbled. They both turned their heads to their last roomie’s bed.
“And I can’t wait for her. She’ll pay me for always cleaning her space”Ann said.
Trisha chuckled.
“Wait. Why do you hate night parties?”Ann asked, rolling her eyes at the ceiling.
“On our prom night, I got drugged and was almost raped by some crazy Nigerian arseholes. Gawd, made me escape by using my lousiness”Trisha said and sighed, rubbing her necklace.
“Thank gawd you’re intact. Only BMW has the right to un-intact you”Ann clicked her tongue, Trisha slapped her leg without saying anything.
“Ouch. It’s true. Freddy’s un-intacting me too”Ann pouted, rubbing her leg— The spot Trisha slammed.
“You…”
A knock on the door stopped Trisha from talking.
•Earlier~Outside•
Courtney finally got to the door, after going on rounds, coming with two bags at a time.
Note: she came with eight bags.
She loves dressing.
She almost knocked on the door but frowned seeing an inscription on the door.
It reads: Miss Africa and Ann’s room, don’t trespass or we’ll…
“You’ll what? Pfft. I’m the oldest in this room and I never wrote anything”Courtney rolled her eyes and chuckled seeing the writer’s name.
Written by Ann AKA Annie.
“She’s gonna be a bitch”She muttered to herself, she uncapped her pen in her hand and wrote her name, ‘Court’ on the ‘and’ in the sentence.
She smiled in satisfaction and knocked.
•Back To present•
“You’re?”Ann frowned at Courtney who rolled her eyes.
“Courtney, your roommate. The last girl to my ex seniors and the first girl to you.”Courtney replied, pushing Ann away.
She entered.
One thing Courtney loves— talking.
“The hell?”Ann did a U-turn, staring dumbfounded.
“Our last roomie? Pleasure meeting you. I’m Trisha”Trisha jumped down from the bed.
“You must be Miss Africa. Love your skin”Courtney smiled at her.
“Thanks.”Trisha smiled.
Ann hissed. “It’s almost 6pm. Even though the date I have with Freddy is by eight, I’m going there right now”she rolled her eyes and walked out.
“And that’s Ann. Then my teddy, Brownie”Trisha introduced on behalf of Ann and Brownie.
“On behalf of Ann, sorry”she added.
“Nah. I know she was a bitch right from reading her boring work on the door”Courtney replied.
“What?!”Ann walked back in.
•Monday~CIAS•
Trisha walked out of the washroom and rolled her eyes when Michelle crossed her path.
“Yolanda’s puppet?”she smirked tauntingly.
“BMW’s pussy”Michelle fired, her lips curling.
“At least mine’s got premium taste— yours still runs on cheap strings. And he’ll never trade me for your plastic strings”Trisha flaunted her hair.
Michelle literally froze for eternity. The silence crackled.
She’s lost.
“Next time, try a comeback that isn’t on a leash”Trisha said with a lazy smile, walking past her.
That seem to awaken Michelle, she turned and chased after Trisha.
By now, Trisha was already in the semi crowded hallway, Michelle outran her and blocked her.
Again.
This time, too close.
“You think you’re all that just because BMW looks at you?!”she yelled.
Everyone got interested immediately.
Before Trisha could process what to say, Michelle savagely snapped the gold off Trisha’s neck by the pendant on her collar bone.
Snap.
The necklace is in Michelle’s hand, dangling.
It’s broken!
Trisha froze, heat rising in her chest. She’s partly crying in her heart and partly showcasing her anger.
Michelle lips tugged in a funny, mocking smile.
•Heard BMW gave the Brown Skin Girl the necklace.
•Yeah, Michelle, good job. She shouldn’t override us!
•I’m having bad feelings about this
“Guess you’re not Angel anymore”Michelle smirked, “your name doesn’t shine so bright now”she pouted.
Trisha lifted her own chin, her eyes burned with fury as she completed the little space between them.
“You done embarrassing yourself?”She asked.
“What?”Michelle asked.
“You shouldn’t have”Trisha snatched the necklace from her, she gifted her a slap.
Gasps.
Michelle staggered.
Trisha slapped her again.
And Again.
Michelle fell flat on her butt.
Her cheeks are far from red. They’re glowing ember.
Before students could contribute…
Two clapping sounds filled the hallway like horror.
Everyone turned including Trisha.
Their eyes widened.
Bryan.
Leaning against the locker like he owns the oxygen in the hallway. He’s been there.
Watching.
No one noticed since their attention was more on the two girls.
Bryan’s eyes stayed on Trisha and there was a satisfied grin and a little smile tugging on his little lips.
“That’s my girl”he said.
His tone? Fúcking sharp.
Sharper than the sharpest.
TBC…
