Miss Tyson

Chapter 7

ONE MONTH LATER

Shay's POV:

"What do you mean I can't rob the biggest thug in San Diego?" I asked seeing nothing but red. I was utterly furious. Brandy and Logan were refusing going on the heist I had in mind no matter how much I tried persuading them.

"Shay, focus! You can not go through something as dangerous! The last thing we could ever need is having thugs on our tails. Do you want to get yourself killed?" Brandy kept saying but I couldn't see the harm. We've been on multiple far more dangerous heists than this one and we came out fine! Why is this one any different?

I started pacing around in my living room, deeply disappointed. Shay Tyson is not one to back away from a challenge, but these dorks apparently are. Tired from speculation, I sat down on my couch, arms crossed.

"Don't act like you're grounded, you are an independent mature woman who has work to do." Logan said annoyed. He was less talkative about this subject, considering Brandy wouldn't even give him a chance because of how freaked out she was.

Brandy mimicked my posture, making me even more mad. I rolled my eyes and turned on my TV, and my eyes widened when I caught a glimpse of my favorite model.

"You're on TV?" Logan asked, also with eyes wide opened. I may be conceited, but you would have loved a lookalike as well. A beautiful, tall, and slim woman stood elegantly on a red carpet waving to the jury, and I knew this was a beauty pageant. This lifted my spirits up almost immediately. I watched the pageant religiously starting from the introduction of the models until the section of Q&A, only to be greeted with worse news, she did not win.

Brandy and Logan laughed so hard tears went down their faces, making me so angry.

First they reject my heist, now they have the audacity to make fun of me? Nope, I am not going to have any of it. I grab my pillow and slam it so hard on both of their heads they completely fall down to the ground.

I tackle them both after jumping off my couch making old Cheetos bags that I haven't thrown away yet fall down with us. I started throwing punches until I got a call from Leah, my assistant, asking me if I'm going to work. I heard panting from both Brandy and Logan and I thanked God for all the junk food I had that was making both of them unable to lift me off.

"I'm not going to work today Leah, I'm really sick and I can barely keep my eyes open. I will get better soon, thank you, have a good day as well." And with that I hung up.

"I will never be able to walk again if you stay one more second on my lap." Brandy said struggling to move.
I sighed and got back up and moped my way towards the kitchen, grabbed Ben&Jerry ice-cream, and sat down.

"Think about it Shay, you really don't need this." Logan said patting my back, getting me to flinch. I smacked his hand away, still upset.

I heard a knock on the door and my mind completely raced to the thought of Ryker. I felt so bad about bailing on our morning jog without informing him first, but it just slipped my mind. Him being there knocking at my door right now made me feel more guilty.

I heard him calling my name and told him I wasn't there out of shame. I couldn't even open the door by looking at him straight in the eye, so I only unlocked the door then got back on my couch.

The idea of him trying to make me feel better already did its job. I already felt better with him being here, up till the part where he also laughed about how my favorite model had lost the beauty pageant.

Him leaving was hell because Brandy and Logan would not quit harassing me about his visit.

"So, the legendary Ryker Mathews had just left the building three seconds ago and you already look like a lost puppy." Logan said sarcastically. These guys are literally asking for a death wish.