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His Not My Colour Chapter Seven

His not my colour

πŸ’ƒπŸΏπŸ’ƒπŸΏHis not my colour πŸ’ƒπŸΏπŸ’ƒπŸΏ
🏫A crazy Nigerian Girl In An American school 🏫

✍️ Written by Wilfred Bright ✍️
Chapter Seven
Theme: Sweet revenge or is it?πŸ€”

πŸ˜‹ Elo’s Pov πŸ˜‹

“Ugh, I am so mad, I can brake that idiot called Jake Hunters into two.” I yelled out angrily, walking out from the bathroom.

“Girl calm down.” Rose says.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you didn’t get stoned by rotten eggs, okay. I got stoned not you.” I said taking the hair dryer.

“Okay, you do have a point but you already got your revenge didn’t you, if there’s anything Jake hates the most is to get dirt on his body, I’m pretty sure by now he would be in the bathroom, trying to scrub off the smell of rotten eggs, so calm down.”

” Ugh, you don’t understand, Rose. I might have gotten Jake to smell as much as I do but that’s not enough, I think I should have cut of his freaking hair.”

“Never temper with a handsome guy’s hair, that’s is their life okay.”

“That’s the point, I need to teach that idiot… is that my phone.” I asks, searching the room with my eyes, looking for where the beeping sound is coming from.

“Yeah it’s your phone, I think you’ve got a message.” Rose says giving me the phone and I take it from her. I unlock my phone and click on the message, then read.

“Oh my God, no way, this is not possible. No freaking way.” I exclaim excitedly.

“Okay, what’s not possible and why do you sound really excited.” Rose asks, staring at me.

“You won’t believe it but I just won a private cooking show with chef Andrews, one of the biggest chef in America.” I utter.

“Okay, first of all, how did you win this private show with chef Andrews.”

“Uhm, I don’t know, I never played in any game but whatever, who cares. This is chef Andrews we are talking about here and I’m not going to spend my time wondering how I got an exclusive private show with him.” I said, wearing my dress.

“Hmm, I just think it’s suspicious, anyway when is this private show happening.” She asks, and I checked the message.

“Oh my God, it’s today, this evening at 6pm. What says the time, why am I even asking you that when I have a phone with me, wait a minute this is 3:35pm, I have to get ready now and one more thing do you know this place.” I asks her showing her the address of the place I’m supposed to meet chef Andrews.

“Yeah I do.”

“Great, you’re taking me there, so get up and then get ready, I’ll also get ready, I can not afford to miss this.” I said and hurriedly did all the stuff that would make me look presentable in front of chef Andrews.


“Are you sure this is the address.” I ask Rose for the third time, staring at the old dainty building in front of me, why would chef Andrews host a private cooking show with me inside here.

“For the third time, yes, this is the building and this is the address you showed me okay. See Elo, I don’t really feel good about this place, let’s just go back.” Rose mutters.

“No!!!!, We are not going back, okay. What if chef Andrews decided to hold the private show here not to draw attention, huh. Come on let’s go in.”

“You know Elo, when ever there’s food involve in anything, you don’t ever think straight, why would chef Andrews not want to draw any attention, his a chef and if you really did won this thing, then the private cooking show would be shown live on TV. Nothing about this building, speak chef Andrews, let’s just go back to school, please.”

“No, we are not going back to school, we are going to walk into that house and see the end of it.” I said and dragged her by the hand, and together we head for the house, we were about walking into the house when I heard “freeze, put your hands up in the air, where I can see it, it’s the police.” Jesus, abeg na wetin police dey do for here na. Blood of Zachariah.

Rose and I shared a panic look and did what the police says we should do, two police men came and handcuff our hands and then we were both bundled into a car and taking to the police station for questioning.


“Rose, will you stop giving me the silent treatment, how was I supposed to know the Andrew thing was a prank.” I said pouting, trying to get Rose to talk to me. When we got arrested and taken to the police station, we were asked questioned, it turns out the house belongs to Jake’s mum and she wants to renovate it, she already asked the police to watch the property for her and that if anybody gets closed to it, should be arrested immediately and since that idiot called Jake knew this, he sent me a message about the whole Chef Andrews stuff, so I could go to the damn house and get arrested, and now Rose is mad at me caused we slept in a cell last night. Ugh I’ll so kill Jake when I set my eyes on him, I’m not angry at the fact that he got me arrested, I’m angry because I didn’t get to taste Chef Andrews famous food. Ugh.

“Elo, there was a lot of signs for you to know, that, that whole thing was a trap but you refused to pay attention to any of it and now because of you the whole school thinks I’m a criminal.” Rose utters annoyed and then comes down from the car immediately, ugh, we are already at school. She’s right about one thing, the whole school thinks we are criminals because that idiot uploaded photos of us getting arrested on the website, I can’t even join.


🀐 Jake’s Pov 🀐

I couldn’t stop smiling at the demented witch foolishness, ugh that girl loves food a lot that she couldn’t see she was walking into a trap all by herself, that house I sent her to is my great grandparents house and my mum wants to renovate it and I knew my mum stationed police all around the place, Jake 1 Elo 0. She’s such a loser.

“Can you hear that.” Gage asks, sitting up and I frown on hearing my name being yelled.

“Woohoo, the demented witch is here for revenge Jake, if I were you I would run while I still can, oops sorry, you can’t run since we only have one door in this classroom and she would be using that to get in. Wow, I can’t wait to watch what happens.” Gage says, excitedly and I glare at him. Why is she coming here, I thought by now she would see what I can do and never try to cross paths with me ever again. Ugh, I should have listened to Carl, this girl is trouble.

“Where is he, where’s that he goat, where is he!!!” She yells barging into the classroom and then stops when her eyes landed on me.

“Oh, here you’re.” She says smirking evilly at me. Oh geez.

“What, do you want.” I asks a little bit scared of what’s going on in her head.

“What do I want, what do I want. Now that’s a very good question. Now first of all, you poured chocolate batter on me and well I did enjoy licking but I didn’t say anything to you, did I?.”

“No, you didn’t.” I replied her, and Gage just sat down where he was, throwing popcorn into his mouth watching us. What a friend I have.

“Secondly, you made almost all the students in this prestige university throw rotten eggs at me, which by the way I already paid you back by sharing the smell of the rotten eggs with you, but do you know none of this things you did actually made me mad.”

“I… I don’t know, why are you coming closer.” I asks her frightened, trying to shift back on the chair I’m sitting on but you know that’s impossible, so she got more closer to me and placed both her hands on the side of the seat.

“But do you want to know what makes me mad.” She questions.

“Maybe, I….. I don’t know, should I.”

“Yes of course, you should know what makes me mad and I’ll tell you, if there’s anything I hate the most, id being promised food and then I don’t get to eat the food, do you know how I daydreamed on my way to the damn house, how i literally tasted the sweet deliciousness of chefs Andrews food in my mouth and how it would digest really well in my stomach, do you have any idea.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Of course you don’t, and now I’m just coming back from the station, and I’m not mad that I slept in a prison cell, I’m mad that, they didn’t give me any food in thar damn cell, so right now I’m mad and I’m a very hungry woman and since you decieve me about Chef Andrews, it means you’re going to hold a private cooking show for me right now, right here.” Oh boy.

“Are you sure about that we are currently in a classroom and there’s no kitchen equipment here.”

“Then you take me to your house and cook for me or I’ll be forced to see you as a really appetizing dish and eat you. DON’T DARE ME JAKE HUNTERS, DON’T.” Oh my God, she wouldn’t really eat me up, would she, can she? What have I gotten myself into.