🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
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CHAPTER 3&4
“I said shh”he whispered.
That whispering… it’s not just a whisper.
He’s intentionally breathing hard in her ear.
Trisha batted her lids in confusion. She tapped him harder on the legs, almost screaming for help.
But that help won’t matter because passers-by won’t even look. It’s like they’re blind. Are they not noticing this harassment?
Is this harrasment?
“You can’t…”she snapped and gasped as he pushed her away. Not to rough,not to nice either.
Then she faced him with widened eyes.
Bryan looked down at his crotch and rubbed it with arched brows.
Trisha stared at him from head to toe. Is he okay?
In as much as she’s asking herself that question,she’s staring at him.
His full, dark brows. His fierce blue eyes. His tall frame. His sharp jawline.
He’s even wearing a black slim-fit tee, showcasing his abs and muscles. He’s showing off!
Trisha looked up at his face to see his eyes piercing into hers.
“You should watch it”he said.
“Huh? It was a mistake and… why’d you hug me like that?! Listen, I’d have slapped you but I don’t wanna get arrested, I dunno if it’s right slapping two different people outside, I fúcking don’t know who’s watching… reason why I’m so calm”Trisha glared and picked her phone, frowning when she saw the cracked screen.
Bryan didn’t say a word. There’s no need to.
He just watched her raised her little chest which rose and fell in anger. Cute anger.
“I’ll just say my mind before I leave. I don’t care if I’ll cross the lane, but if any guy touch me again… I’ll slap him,twice…harder!” Trisha said, maybe to herself. She marched away.
Bryan stared at her backside with unreadable expression before pulling a phone from his pocket.
It’s not same phone he cracked. Maybe he has another or maybe it’s a new.
One doesn’t know but he dialled a line and the receiver picked almost immediately.
“BMW, I hope I’m safe”a male’s trembling voice was heard in the other line.
Bryan didn’t talk at first,he just stared into space, wondering why he suddenly forgot he was angry.
Of course he left his house angrily, he didn’t wanted to smash things so he just left to take a short, angry walk.
But then, why’s he suddenly calm?
“BMW?”The guy on the phone called.
“There’s a brown skin…”Bryan started walking.
•The Next Day~CIAS•
Trisha entered the school dressed in a white crop top with a jean mini skirt under, hiking boots to match with. Her make-up is light on her face, her hair,loosed and a fancy little rucksack is hung on her shoulder.
Like what she said yesterday, she really minded the strange stares coming from the cruel looking students.
Well it’s normal, new faces will always receive glares.
Trisha just have to let that stick to her head. She started walking forward, tracing her own faculty with the map on her phone.
Just then, girls started screaming. Others raced to the school’s entrance, others ran to the parking lot. Others just acted crazy.
•It’s BMW!
•Calm down when screaming his name(squeals)
•Please,his over jealous and protective girlfriend isn’t here. Let’s scream his name while we can.
•I wish you could just glance at me!
Trisha stood to know what the fuzz is about.
She was almost thinking they’re praising just the car. But that’s not a BMW, right?
That’s a Corvette— A Chevrolet Corvette.
Of course, Trisha knows names of car. She adores expensive cars.
Bryan got out of the car in a calm, calculative way, dressed in wealth and the screaming reached another level.
No one dared go close, talk more of touching him but they gushed and screamed.
Trisha batted her lids. So he’s a student? He’s in this school? He’s even famous?
•Ohh my gawd,BMW
• I’m horny just by looking at him.
• I adore you!
•Can I take a photograph?
“BMW?”Trisha muttered.
“Those are the initial letters of his name. His full name’s Bryan Miller Walters— BMW”someone told her.
Trisha turned to him and frowned.
“Kelly”she muttered.
“He may look sinfully hot but trust me,he’s more of a sin than hot”Kelly said and disappeared.
“Hey,you should show me the way to my… hey! Kelly!”She ran after him, getting lost in the middle of the dying-for-BMW crowd.
“Gosh, that dude”she seethed,her breath hitched. A familiar scent hit her nose.
She literally stopped breathing when Bryan walked past her, he didn’t look at her and that triggered her to go pull his ear but she didn’t go.
She watched him disappeared with his girl-fans and she released the breath she didn’t know she’s been holding. Until now.
Trisha struggled her way out of the crowd,she bumped into someone in the process and her rucksack fell,her books rolled out and she groaned, stooping down to pack them.
“Didn’t fully zip? Arrg”she muttered,placed them back in the bag and tried zipping the bag when Axel handed her one of her books.
“You left this”he winked, she stood up and smiled.
“Axel, thanks”she collected the book gleefully. She zipped up and slung the rucksack on the right side of her shoulder.
“Heading somewhere first? Or straight to class?”he asked.
“Straight to class, Course mate”she said.
“I’m glad you’re here, we’ll go together”she added.
“Of Course, Trish”he winked. They started walking.
“Fighting!”they chorused and laughed.
•Male’s Washroom•
Kelly came here after leaving Trisha. He got to the sink and instead of looking,he just placed his palms under the sensor tap.
Hot water came rushing out.
He flinched and moved away.
Then he realized he didn’t adjust the lever.
“füç?!”he yelled. He looked at his palms in horror,he quickly switched the lever and cold water came rushing out but that didn’t change the fact that his palms are burning.
Kelly groaned in pain.
*
Trisha walked out of the faculty building, groaning tiredly.
“I’ve never been this hungry!”she complained.
The classes here? They’re mad. And to be frank, she had had three classes in a row but she fúcking don’t get anything.
In Nigeria,it wasn’t this hard or stressful.
She doesn’t know if it’s because she’s now a college student or she’s in England but she’s fúcking worn out.
“Hey!”A tiny voice stopped her from walking. She turned back to see a not too short but pretty girl running to her.
The silly girl got to her, breathing hard in a dramatic way.
“I’ve been screaming”she gesticulated.
Trisha looked at her.
She looks like a Japanese? Or a Chinese? Umm, is she a Taiwanese girl?
“I’m Yeom Ji, but just call me Ann. Everyone knows how to pronounce that”she pouted.
“Cool. I’m Trisha”Trisha nodded.
“You’re a newbie,rii?”Ann asked,they started walking.
“Yup”Trisha said.
“Me too. I walked past your block, I saw the horrible look on your face when your lecturer was blabbing in there. You were long gone”Ann giggled.
Trisha smiled widely. Ann’s sure a talkative girl,like Trisha. They’ll fúcking get along.
“I was. The man was only gibbering,I couldn’t note a thing”Trisha rolled her eyes.
“Me too,mine was horrible. Literature turned into late rapture”Ann said, they laughed.
“That says you’re an English student”Trisha said.
“Course. Left the whole of Asia to come study in England tells you I wanna be a Madame”Ann flaunted her hair.
“You’re silly,I swear”Trisha laughed.
“Then we can be best friends. Are you American?”Ann pointed.
“No,do I look like one?”Trisha blinked.
“You’re not?”Ann gasped.
“I’m from Africa, Nigeria precisely”Trisha replied.
“Wow. You talk like a Canadian!”Ann clapped.
“I don’t but I’m blushing!”Trisha gushed.
“You really are talking like one. You can’t compare my intonation with yours”Ann said.
“Well,I’ve been practicing back in Nigeria. Guess my speech is speeching”Trisha said, they laughed childishly.
“I’ll call you miss Africa then”Ann shrugged.
“What about you? Chinese?”Trisha asked.
“Korea. South Korea”Ann smiled. Trisha suddenly stopped walking,she placed both palms in her mouth, widening her eyes.
Ann squinted.
“Why didn’t I think of that. Ohh my gawd I’m talking with a celebrity!”she screamed.
“Cele what?”Ann pouted.
“brity! You must stand there. I’mma fetch out my Polaroid camera and take tons of photos of you. Gosh, I’m a biggest fan of K-pop,K-drama…”Trisha listed as she moved away from Ann, unzipping her rucksack.
She brought out her camera and started taking pictures.
Ann laughed, changing different styles.
“I’m not a model yunno? I’ve never even dreamt of being that”she said,still posing.
“Whatever,you’re my model. You’d have seen Blackpink at least”Trisha snapped.
“Nah. The last time I even tried attending one of Blackpink’s concert, my big sis stole my ticket”Ann rolled her eyes.
“Awww”Trish mouthed.
“Because I stole it from her first. I was even stupid because that was five years ago and I was thirteen years old”Ann completed. They laughed.
Trisha took more photos, then selfies. They grinned and started walking together.
Axel who just got out wanted to go meet Trisha but seeing her with a Korean just made him stand there, smiling so wide.
He brushed off his thoughts and walked away.
•Faculty Of Arts~ Fine Arts department•
•Third Year~Block•
Everyone sat on a long stool, facing their drawing boards. Sketching whatever suits them best.
Collins stayed beside Bryan, glaring angrily at him, flicking his lighter.
He loves lighters.
Well, Bryan didn’t return the look, maybe he didn’t notice it,or maybe Collins is just stupid.
Both are surprisingly sketching same thing— a destroyed bridge.
While Collins’ own is half drawn, Bryan is almost done.
Also, Bryan’s looks more Gothic and symbolic.
“You have a minute more to submit to the class blog”The lecturer announced.
Few students groaned.
Bryan took one photo of his art work and sent it to the class blog. He stood up.
“BMW is the first and best as usual”the female lecturer smiled proudly.
Bryan started walking out.
“He cheated! He drew what I’m drawing. How come we have same idea?!”Collins stood up.
Everyone’s attention diverted to him, including Bryan and the lec.
“Anything, Mr Collins Everest?”The lec stood up.
“Bryan, you cheated! You probably knew I was going to sketch a broken bridge.”Collins marched to him.
Tho he’s tall, Bryan is taller.
“The settings are same, the background is fúcking same. The only difference is you’re done before me!”he continued.
“Dreams”Bryan said.
“I generated this idea…”Collins tried talking.
“You generated the idea, I executed it and finished it before you. Instead of ranting,you should be thanking me to be done sooner so you’ll copy and paste. So go on and copy the board, mount Everest”Bryan tilted his head.
Girls in the class are already cumming in their panties. They’re so happy to hear his voice.
•He talked.
•His voice is magical.
“Son of a bitch!”Collins raised his fist to punch Bryan but Bryan held that halfway to his face.
“Now I know why your name’s Everest, your stupidity is as tall as Everest. Pathetic”Bryan rolled his eyes and pushed him away.
He fell on a student’s board,it broke into two, landing him on the floor.
“My…my board!”the pitiful male student screamed.
Lecturer only stood in surprise.
Bryan sighed a tired one and walked out fully.
Collins stood up quickly, anger burning inside of him.
He’s red as ember now.
Now he hates Bryan more than he has in two years. Not only does he wants that award, he wants Bryan’s life.
“Collins,you just…”the student whose board broke tried talking.
“Eat shit!”Collins screamed, grabbing him by the neck. He choked.
Everyone screamed.
•Restaurant•
Trisha and Ann sat across each other on a table for two, enjoying their time and friendship.
Ann is funny. Trisha talks too much.
Both are getting along.
“Really, if I don’t get married to Kim Taehyung,them I’m not getting married to anyone”Ann rolled her eyes.
“You’re not even his class, rest”Trisha teased.
“You don’t …”Ann stopped talking when the restaurant turned upside down.
Screams erupted from the four walls in the restaurant.
Even Ann joined, making Trisha groan.
“BMW, you’re hotter than Kim Taehyung!”She screamed.
“Am I the only one not screaming that guy’s name?”Trisha said. She locked eyes with Bryan and quickly looked away.
He scoffed a ‘keep on joking’ one walking to sit.
“You’re not screaming his name? Trust me,you will on your own accord. I’m just a week here but I couldn’t resist screaming his name the first day I arrived. He’s so cool”Ann gushed.
“He has a friend,Freddy by name. That’s the only dude I’ve seen him with, rumors says he has a girlfriend but I think that’s a lie. But,gosh, he’s hot, Freddy’s handsome, they’re just cool”she added.
“Errr, aren’t you Taehyung’s future wife anymore?”Trisha asked.
“Hmmhmm, I’m only crushing on Freddy, I’m admiring BMW. But my heart is for My Tae alone”Ann sang, tapping her chest.
“Now, you’re turning crazy”Trisha rolled her eyes.
“Don’t blame me, Miss Africa. Bryan Walters is one to die for, he’s American, but I think his mom’s English. Wait, haven’t you heard of Walters hotels and resorts? They have a branch in your country,you should know”Ann whispered.
“I don’t know”Trisha said.
Ann scoffed and picked her phone. She typed something and frowned at Trisha.
“Google says they have a branch in your country, Africa”she said.
“Africa is not a country, it’s a…arggg”Trisha groaned.
Ann quickly typed on her phone and nodded. “ohh, Africa is a continent, like Asia”she said.
“Well, the Walters are filthy rich. They were the top 1 richest hotel brand in England until the CEO, Felix Walters— Bryan’s dad died. His first son has taken over his position but they’re yet to ascend the top, they’re the second rank,now.”Ann explained.
“How do you know all these?”Trisha asked.
“Google.”Ann shrugged and intentionally shove a full cracker in her mouth, chewing funnily.
“You’re not impressed?”she blinked.
“Nahhh”Trisha scoffed.
“You’re a nutcase,Is that how all Africans behave?”Ann said. Trisha hissed making her pout.
“I think you don’t like him”Ann gaped.
“He’s rude”Trisha scoffed. Ann clapped her hand, bursting into laughter. Trisha scoffed the more.
“That’s not funny”she scoffed.
“Do you expect a hot guy to be an angel? Look,BMW is the best fine arts student in CIAS…in London! Better let him be rude,infact he ought to be wicked. Ohhh my gawd,look at him go”Ann gushed.
Both stared at Bryan as he walked out same way he came in,but this time,his phone is glued to his ear.
Trisha stood up, after receiving a call from Kelly. She has his number cause he’s the school rep. Almost everyone has the dickhead’s number.
“Where?”Ann pouted.
Trisha only pointed to Kelly who’s outside, staring at them through the transparent wall. His phone is on his left ear.
Trisha scoffed and rushed out to meet him.
But then,before she could completely run out, Bryan walked in so she ended up bumping again.
This time,not her back.
She was quick to move back, unluckily brushing against someone who’s holding a tray. They both fell with the tray, spilling food and drinks on themselves.
The girl screamed in horror, with opened legs. Trisha couldn’t scream as she stared at Bryan.
“You black…”the girl tried pouncing on Trisha but she stopped talking when Bryan walked towards their direction.
Thinking he was coming for her,she gasped in anticipation.
Everyone faced their attention.
•BMW wants to help them?
•I think it’s just the white girl.
•My friend is the luckiest in the world,BMW is going for her.
Trisha’s eyes stayed on him with rapid heartbeats until he squatted before her.
The other girl breathed in dejection, Trisha blinked in confusion.
But Bryan? He smirked and raised Trisha’s jaw with just two fingers.
“And here she is”he started.
“Again”He added, slowly.
The other girl fainted.
Students gasped.
But Trisha just knows this is getting to nowhere good.
Something’s fúcking wrong.
TBC…
