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His Not My Colour Chapter Fourteen

His not my colour

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His Not my Colour
🏫A Crazy Nigerian Girl In An American school 🏫

✍️ Written by Wilfred Bright ✍️
Chapter Fourteen
Theme: A lie

πŸ•ŠοΈ Elo’s Pov πŸ•ŠοΈ

“Will you quit staring at me like that.” I said annoyed, noticing how Jake has been staring at me for the past one hour, like I tried to ignore him and focus on the movie being showed on TV, but I can’t.

“I wasn’t staring at you.” He replies.

“Jake, I know you were looking at me so don’t deny it, it’s there anything you want to tell me.” I ask him curiously, I can tell his nervous.

“Well, there’s something I would love to ask you to do, it’s just a small favor actually, like it’s really really small, it..”

“Jake Hunters, please go straight to the point and stop blabbing.”

“Okay, you see my mum is having a party and she needs me to come with a date, now it’s either I come along with Eva or somebody else.” He explains and I nod my head.

“So what has that got to do with me.”

“I want you to be my date for the party.” He says and I let out a series of cough.

“Why would you want me to be your date, why?.” I ask him shock.

“Well you are the only girl I know, that wouldn’t cling on to me and begin to think we are dating, after the party. Please trouble, please be my date, I can’t take Eva with me, plsss…”

“Would there be nice wine there.” I ask him, cutting him off his long pleading speech. He must really hate Eva a lot, for him to even beg me.


“What about food.”

“It would be there, different types to be precise.”

“Then I say, Jake Hunters, you just got yourself a date for your mum’s party.” I said smiling at him.


“So what do you think of this one.” I ask Jake coming out from the dressing room and he shakes his head, signifying a no. Jake took me out for shopping and for almost 2 hours now, we have been finding the perfect evening dress, suitable for his mum’s party. Oh geez, this is freaking tiring.

“Okay fine I’ll go change, but just so you know, you owe me a lot of chocolate.” I said and walked back inside the dressing room. I picked out a golden dress, from the clothes Jake picked out and wore it. I turned to the mirror to see how I look and oh boy, if Jake doesn’t love this one then I might end up beating the hell out of him, till he accepts it.


“How about this.” I ask walking out of the dressing room and Jake looked up from his phone, and his eyes bulged out the minute he takes in my appearance.

“Jake, Jake, Jake!!!!.” I yelled out, the idiot has been silent for like about a minute now, he’s just staring at me, I know I’m hot but please I also want to get this whole shopping thing over with.

“Yeah… yeah.. yes.” He stutters getting out from his little spellbound trance.

“I said, how about this dress. Is it okay.”

“Yes of course it’s okay, i.. I.., let’s just pack it up and go back to the house.” He says awkwardly, not looking at me. Am I really making Jake Hunters uncomfortable, Elo you’re too much.


“Wow, your parents house is so beautiful, I can’t even call this a house this is a freaking mansion.” I said in awe, coming down from the car. Yeah, today is Jake’s mother’s party.

“It’s actually my mum’s, my parent are divorced.” Jake’s says coming down from the car and I replied with an *oh*

“Jake my son, you’re here, I missed you so.. much, Emma your brother is here.” A lady I presume to be Jake’s mother yells excitedly and I watched her lead Jake inside, and oh God, I’ve never felt so invisible in my life before, I followed them inside nevertheless.

“Emma, your brother is here.” Mrs hunters yells out, still dragging Jake by the hand.

“Mum please slow down, i need to introduce you to someone.” Jake utters, and his mum stops giving him a confused stare.

“What are you talking about son, who do you want to introduce me to.”

“Mum stop it, I know you saw her with me, anyway mum meet my date, Elo, she’s a Nigerian, Elo meet my mum, Mrs hunters.”

“Good evening Mrs Hunters, it’s nice meeting you.” I said politely, stretching my hand forth for an handshake, but she just ignored it.

“Wow so it’s true, you picked an African girl, who’s actually a Nigerian over Eva.” Mrs hunters says, glaring at me.

“Mum don’t, can we just head over to the party.” Jake says tiredly.

“There’s no party.”

“What do you mean there’s no party mum.” Jake asks confuse.

“You heard me right, there’s no party. I lied, because I wanted to see the black girl you chose over Eva.”

“Mum are you being serious right now, do you know what Elo let’s go.” Jake says taking a hold of my hand.

“Jake you’re not going anywhere and not with that black girl, I didn’t train you to familiarize with poor people like her, she’s not your class, I’m sure she’s just after your money and nothing else.” Me, seriously me after his money, is this woman for real.

“Hold it right there, ma’am. With all due respect ma’am, I am not dating your son, because of his money. Poor people like me could date a guy because we actually love them, now before saying I’m not in your son class, I hope you do know that in this life nobody wishes to be born poor, so just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you should walk over other people. No I’m not done talking here, so please don’t interrupt me Mrs Hunters. Now you say you love your son but I want to ask you, are you sure about that, cause a mother who loves her child will never force him to be with a lady he doesn’t love. Love can’t be forced on a person Mrs hunters and I’ll advice you that if you really do love your son then let him be with the woman his heart beats for. Stop glaring at me, you don’t scare me. Jake I don’t know about you but I’m out of here.” I said and walked out of there, damn I am so angry, I can’t believe this is what I wasted my time finding a perfect dress for. Oh geez, I feel like breaking one or two bottles on that’s woman’s head, I’m so angry that i didn’t even care if I actually refered to Jake as my boyfriend. Oh geez.


🌟 Jake’s Pov 🌟

“Do you want me to get you an ice cream, maybe it would calm you down.” I said stopping the car, trouble has done nothing but hiss at every minute, I could tell she’s really angry.

“Yeah, I would love vanilla.” She replies me, (chuckle) even in anger she can’t reject anything food.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” I said and came down from the car then head over to the ice cream truck I saw, and then brought vanilla ice cream for cute trouble and mint chocolate chip for me.

“Why don’t you come down from the car and let’s seat on that bench over there.” I said and trouble came out from the car and together we walked over to the bench and sit on it.

“Here’s your ice cream.” I said giving her an ice cream and she takes it from me.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, this is yummy.” She moans out, and I smile, now that’s the trouble I know.

“Thank you.” I said breaking the silence between us.

“For what?.” She asks.

“For standing up to my mum and I’m sorry my mum insulted you.” I apologise.

“It’s okay, I’m a black girl and we black people have strong skins, you can’t easily get to us.” She says, and I smile.

“You know, you’re really different from any other girl I know, you’re crazy, you’re not ashamed to show that you love food, and also you’re really troublesome.”

“Hey, I’m not troublesome, I only trouble people that trouble me.” She replies back.

“Nah you’re troublesome.” I insist.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you’re.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you’re.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you’re.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you’re.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you’re.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you’re.”

“Look what you caused my ice cream is melting, and it’s all your fault.” She cries out, and I laugh at her.

“Are you laughing at me, Jake Hunters.” She asks frowning.

“No, I wasn’t laughing.” I said trying to hold in my laugh but I failed miserably and I started laughing again, trouble frowns a little bit and soon joined me in laughing.

“Okay, why are you laughing now.” I asks her in between laughs.

“I have no reason, hearing you laugh also makes me laugh.” She says, still laughing, is she crazy, how can hearing me laugh, also make her laugh. I watched her as she laughs the more, her face shining under the evening star, she’s beautiful. I felt this weird warm feeling in my heart, watching her laugh, and I don’t know what feeling it is or maybe I do but I’m trying not to acknowledge it. I think…. I think, I’m falling for cute trouble.