🇳🇬🤎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 5&6
No one moved an inch. Not even the dudes around. Everyone totally forgot the fainted girl.
They all focused on the brown girl and BMW.
“Stop touching me”Trisha muttered,almost whispering.
“You have no choice, you bumped into me twice. Ion do sorry”Bryan said and stood up. He walked out and breaths finally released.
The fainted girl woke up. Michelle is her name.
“Was that a dream?!”she yelled. Her friend ran to her, squatting before her.
“July,tell me I’ve been dreaming”She said.
“I wish but it’s not”July answered. They both turned to Trisha who tried standing up, she frowned.
“What? I hate long stares so stop”she muttered. Ann got to her, smiling strangely.
“My Miss Africa has captured BMW’s attention. Isn’t that wonderful,y’all?”She screamed and pulled Trisha outside.
Mummurs and jealous whispers filled the restaurant.
July helped Michelle stand up.
“Gosh,even when he’s long gone,I can still perceive his patchouli scent…hmmm”Michelle moaned sniffing the air.
“I fúcking know his perfume, Dior Savage…oh my gawd”she continued.
“Ummm,you know BMW has a girlfriend right? A wicked one that will kill for her man?”July coughed.
Michelle stopped and turned to her,she frowned at first and suddenly gasped.
“You’re a fúcking genius!”She clapped.
“Oh my gawd, what’d I say?”July blinked.
“Yolanda is all we need to get back at that colored for making me a fool”Michelle smirked and marched out.
July followed, grinning.
•Outside The Restaurant•
Kelly was already sitting on a huge rock, behind the school restaurant when Trisha and Ann got to him. He jumped down with a full frown.
Noticeably, his palms are bandaged around.
“I saw you coming out early, why did you waste your time?”he faced Trisha.
“Me? What? You didn’t hear the havoc that happened in there few minutes ago?”she snapped.
“Havoc or Beautiful scene?”Ann corrected.
“What beautiful scenery?”Kelly asked.
“Stop acting like someone intelligent, I said scene…”Ann tried talking.
“Why did you call? I shouldn’t be here with you, yunno?”Trisha asked Kelly.
“So rude like your color”he scoffed.
She boiled.
“Are all Africans rude or it’s just you?”Ann teased.
“Look…”Trisha muttered.
“I’ll just ask Google”Ann clicked on her phone.
“Type everything about you on your phone and send it to me. I should receive your message before 6pm”Kelly said, barely looking at her Trish’s eyes as he said that.
He walked away.
“That dude is annoying, everyone’s annoying here”Trisha said.
“Even BMW?”Ann squinted.
“Brown? He’s the worst! I haven’t told you what he did…”
“Not Brown, he’s Bryan. Bryan Miller Walters AKA BMW”Ann corrected.
“Y’all are annoying!”Trish groaned, ruffling her hair.
“I’m excluded, innit?”Ann asked.
“You too.”Trisha scoffed.
“Okay, my AI said not all Africans are rude. Rude ones may be genetic…”Ann explained and blinked as Trisha already disappeared.
“Miss Africa?!”she called.
•Michelle And July’s Place•
Michelle marched in first,then July.
They both jumped on the nearest couch, heaving heavy breaths.
“Now what’s the plan?”July asked.
“Yolanda is a proud bitch, everyone knows. Still she can be on our side”Michelle said.
“Yolanda? The one who never looks at any female? How’re you fúcking sure she’ll be on our side?”July scoffed.
“It’s BMW we’re talking about here–her boyfriend. She’ll fly down here if she hears he touched a girl”Michelle said.
“So?”July nodded.
“Dummy”Michelle rolled her eyes and picked her phone which has been lying on her laps.
“Watch and see”she said. She started dialling a number.
“Whoa, Yolanda! How’s France?”She gleamed, immediately the receiver picked.
“Yolanda? How did you get her contact?”July gasped.
Michelle rolled her eyes.
“Who the fúck is on the line?”Yolanda’s proud voice filled the air.
“Oh,you don’t need to know yet. But I’m a fan of you and BMW,I’m shipping for you guys and I think there’s a colored coming in between you both”Michelle shrugged.
July chuckled, shaking her head.
“What do you mean?”Yolanda asked, calm but dangerous.
“A black bitch is flirting with your man, baby. I’ll advise you should be quick with whatever you’re doing in France”Michelle said.
Yolanda cracked a not so funny laugh. It’s a laugh of doom.
“Whoever the bitch is… won’t get away”she said.
Michelle and July gave each other a high five.
•Night~Bryan’s Residence•
Bryan relaxed on the balcony, puffing from his blunt.
His blue eyes scanned around his large, almost dark compound.
His phone has been buzzing beside him there,but he didn’t touch it.
Normal human would have switched off the phone but he left it, enjoying the unending calls.
Bryan drew in his smoke deeply and exhaled sharply. He almost shut his eyes when his phone beeped.
This one is definitely message,he picked it and clicked on the message, reading it.
It’s an info about Trisha. Her age, likes, dislikes, country, origin… Everything about her.
“Eighteen? Little brat”he scoffed. He sat down on the couch there, about to enter her world when his phone buzzed again.
He narrowed his brows.
füç?, all these while he thought Dumb was calling, she wasn’t. It’s Freddy.
Bryan swiped the green button, placing the phone on his left ear.
He shut his eyes and opened them sharply.
“Before you flare up, I never knew it was you…”
“füç? you quiet arsehole!”Freddy snapped in the other line.
“I just gave an excuse”Bryan muttered.
“It’s been fifty missed calls,bro. Fifty!”Freddy yelled.
“Just fifty?”Bryan rolled his eyes.
“Quiet arsehole! Well I don’t blame you, you were avoiding ma calls thinking it was Yollie baby, right?”Freddy teased.
Bryan gritted his jaw.
“You don’t wanna answer? Wait, are you smoking? I smell something burning over here”Freddy said.
“You have sharp nose,I am”Bryan replied.
“Bryan! Can you ever listen?! You heard what your therapist said. Smoking will only reduce the SSRI effectiveness! Do you wanna keep on triggering…”Freddy tried saying.
“You should be my mom then”Bryan said.
“I swear,I’ll start living with you from tomorrow!”Freddy screamed.
•Trisha’s Dorm•
Trisha just spoke with her dad. She threw her phone on the bed and walked to the kitchen.
She came back minutes later with a bowl of Cobb salad, mixed with grilled chicken, crispy bacon,creamy avocado and boiled egg. Then a bottle of strawberry milkshake stayed in her other hand.
“This is life, Brownie”she moaned and fell on the bed, she started eating, cuddling Brownie.
Sleep came like storm, taking her into Dreamland. She fell, grabbing Brownie with her.
Later that night.
“Trisha!”Trisha heard in her dream.
“Miss Africa,open up. I’ll die if you don’t!”the screaming became louder and unbearable.
Trisha jerked, rubbing her eyes.
“Trisha!!!”The door was heavily banged.
“I’m coming!”she screamed. It took her ages to put on her flip flops. Then it took her centuries to walk to the door.
She finally opened it.
“Annie?”she muttered.
Ann smiled at her. “Besties should have each other’s contact. I’d have called to beg you. I’m sorry”she pouted.
“For what?”Trisha yawned.
“Hey, your friend is crazy. Isn’t it late to scream that much?”A girl from another room shouted.
“There’re ghosts lurking at nights!”Another yelled.
“You just woke me up from my dream, I was about kissing Jungkook!”another snapped.
“I said sorry!”Ann screamed and turned to Trisha, pouting.
The girls went back to their rooms.
“I came to beg you”Ann started.
“You did nothing”Trisha said.
“You walked out on me. I thought you were mad at me, especially my silly words”Ann said.
“Well, I’m not. It’s late, Annie”Trisha groaned.
“Exactly, I’m scared and alone. I wanna sleep with you”Ann mouthed.
“Huh?”Trisha blinked,sleep cleared off on its own.
Ann pushed her and entered, falling straight to the middle bed like she knew it’s Trisha’s.
“You wanna sleep with me? What happened to your own place?”Trisha yelled.
“Don’t get it wrong, we’re not having ???. Just girls sleepover”Ann opened her legs wide.
“Who says…gawd Annie!”Trisha snapped.
“I love you too much Miss Africa, even the way you call me Annie wanna make me turn into bi… let’s be roommates…”Ann drowsed off, saying that.
Trisha slapped her forehead.
•The Next Day•
Trisha walked briskly to the window, she intentionally drew the curtains roughly, ray of sunlight pierced directly to Ann’s face.
“Damn, why’s it sunny this September?”Ann rolled to the other side of the bed.
“You call this sunny?”Trisha scoffed and got to her, kicking her ass.
“Ahh, is it morning already?”Ann groaned.
“No, it’s night”Trisha hissed.
“Calm down Miss Africa, you’re angry?”Ann sat up.
“Of course I am angry! You pushed me off the bed and I ended up sleeping on the floor with Brownie!”Trisha snapped, carrying Brownie.
“Too large”Ann clicked her tongue and when she saw Trisha’s eyes,she swallowed.
“You could have come back up”she muttered.
“You never let me, you were dreaming about Kim Taehyung”Trisha scoffed.
“Ohh,then you’d have slept on one of those beds”she pointed.
“How do you expect me to do that? That bed there is for my roommate who’s not yet back from wherever and that is vacant”Trish replied.
“That space is available? I’ll take it. I must stay with you!”Ann jumped on her, kissing her face crazily.
“Gross!”Trisha screamed.
•CIAS~ Rooftop•
Kelly got to the rooftop and looked around. He sighed seeing no one.
“I thought he said he’d be here”He muttered and walked forward.
“Here am I”Collins muttered behind him, he flinched and turned back.
“Oh, hey”he muttered.
“Kelly, a second year English student, the new school rep. Congratulations”Collins smirked, flicking his lighter.
The light flickering and turning off made Kelly uncomfortable.
“You called me,how can I be of help?”he muttered.
“You’re close with almost all lecturers and staff here, including the College Dean. I found out you could be of help”Collins muttered, he flicked the lighter again and placed the fire on his tongue before looking at Kelly whose gaze was already down.
“I noticed how odd you are since you came to this College—remember I’m a year ahead— And I decided to investigate on your matter”Collins walked closer, Kelly suddenly developed goosebumps.
“You’re hiding something, I know that thing”Collins raised his jaw,he started sweating.
“What do you want from me?”He shakily asked.
“if you’ve ever craved for something but someone blocks that from you, what’re you gon’ do?”Collins whispered.
“Stop scaring me”He muttered.
“You’ll forcefully collect that thing,either by cheating or terminating.”Collins said and left him, walking past him.
Kelly did a U-turn to stare at him.
“I’ll be nice to plead with you to help me cancel all projects by Bryan. You have access to all staff office.”Collins said and turned to him.
“And if you refuse my kind gesture, I’ll tell the world who you truly are”he intentionally dragged those last few words slowly.
Kelly swallowed.
*
Axel walked, operating his phone. No class this morning but he’s here.
Anything to stay away from home.
He’d have loved it if Trisha was with him but he already texted her, she’s nowhere close.
Axel doesn’t know but he really wants Trisha with him. At least they’ll be saying silly things.
He walked past a group of girls and stopped when he heard something.
•I badly wanna paint my skin black.
•she’s not really black tho. Like um, brownish yellow, if there’s a complexion like that.
•I love her skin tho. She’s smooth.
•Her skin irritates me. BMW touched her and he didn’t puke? Ewww.
•You’re jealous BMW touched her.
•I’m not, ion even like her name, sounds like Trash.
•Yeah, Trisha— Trash( grins)
Axel’s brows furrowed. He tightened the hold on his phone.
He listened for another two minutes and sighed.
“Trisha? Bryan?”he muttered.
“Not again, bastard”he said and walked away.
•Mall~ Snacks Department•
Trisha rolled the cart down the aisle, searching for one particular snack— goldfish crackers.
Actually,she loves two eatable food–Salad, for food and Goldfish crackers for snacks.
And Gold fish is exactly what she came for.
Like Ann said, she became Trisha’s roommate. Duties were shared. Trisha will take care of snacks and toiletries while Ann will be getting food.
“füç?, where is it? Where’s cupcake flavor?”She groaned.
Cupcakes flavor tastes absurd but that’s what she loves.
Trisha gleamed when she saw it. She left her cart and rushed to it, jumping to grab that pack.
It’s the only cupcake flavor remaining.
“Just a little bit… HIGHER!”she screamed as a large hand picked it.
Trisha struggled to balance herself and turned to Bryan who threw the pack in his cart.
“What…I… I…”she stuttered.
“You what?”he frowned, leaning down to her level.
Trisha felt embarrassed immediately.
She’s not short. She’s tall but this wicked looking dude is making her look small and it’s füç?ing not fair.
“That’s mine”she pointed, obviously pissed.
Bryan ignored her and picked another flavor,he stared at it immensely and placed it on her chest, she quickly held it from falling.
“You’re a girl, eat something sweet”he said.
Trisha stared at the pack.
“Cheddar”she muttered.
“You have no right to tell me what to eat…ahhh”she screamed as he harshly grabbed her wrist.
Her whole hand is literally in his grip.
Bryan pulled her like a rag, leaving both carts. Two staff in the mall rolled the cart behind them.
“Ouch, it hurts. I swear it hurts”Trisha bit her lower lip harshly.
She bled but she didn’t stop biting her lip.
Bryan ignored her till they got to the cashier in charge.
The goods bought were scanned and totalled.
“Please, I wanna pay. My card is in…”Trisha tried explaining but Bryan already placed his card on the counter before the cashier.
“For the little Angel and I”he said. Trisha stopped wincing,she looked at him in confusion.
Isn’t this getting strange every damn day?
Is it cause her back unintentionally met his dick?
Gosh, she shouldn’t have…
Bryan started pulling her out, followed by the staff who carried the goods.
“I’ll walk. Please I’ll walk!”Trisha screamed.
Bryan released her and nodded.
“Now walk to the car like the little angel you are”he said.
“Your car?”Trisha stuttered.
“You heard me”he muttered.
“But we’re not going same way”she argued.
Bryan squinted and pulled her wrist, dragging her all the way to his car.
Trisha couldn’t protest, what if he’s very famous and would likely put her in jail?
Cause she’s never seen any normal human who’ll go to the mall and then the workers there will leave their important job to follow him keep the goods he bought.
No, only famous people are adored that way.
Well,Trisha’s rich too. Back in Nigeria, she was adored too!.
Bryan opened the passenger’s front door of his car and released her, tilting his head.
“You think I’ll enter? My home isn’t where you’ll drive too”She scoffed.
Normal Bryan would have pushed her in even if it means making her bleed but he waited.
He waited even if a second is like a day to him.
“Go in little Angel, I’m taking you home”he said.
“You don’t own me, Bryan. I only came here to study, I have a boyfriend in my…”
“I never owned you in your country,but now you’re here. I own you.”Bryan said.
“I own you now, Trisha”he added.
TBC…
