Sanctuary

Chapter Twenty Three - Opposition.

Opposition noun

1). resistance or dissent, expressed in action or argument.

LaGuardia Airport - 5:45am, Saturday (New York, NY)

I swept my foot under Sage's ankle causing her to nearly fall. She turned and smacked my arm. "Blake, would you stop it?!"

"Not until you admit Randy did that on purpose!"

"He didn't do it on purpose!"

"Yes, he did! I know you watched the Smackdown rerun!"

"Just so happens I didn't." She stopped as we came to the line for the metal detectors, throwing her pink duffel on the table. "He took me out to eat at this fancy little Italy place in Manhattan. We got all dressed up and stuff."

"Bet a diamond went really well with that bruise." I looked at the purple spot on her shoulder from where she hit the mat, she pulled her loose cardigan up to cover it.

"You're being overprotective."

"I'm being realistic."

"You're being contradicting as well." She grumbled. "Last week you were so marked up I thought I should've called the police on your little boyfriend."

"That's different. I have no Prince Charming expectations for mine, I already know what I'm getting into." I smirked. "Yours on the other hand is clearly starting to take advantage of you."

"Lies. Lies. Lies." She waved me off, "Randy isn't Miles, okay? He's not that kind of guy."

"You said that one too many times before." I mumbled earning a glare from her, to which I laughed. We waited for about twenty minutes before we made it through the line. The airport was more crowded than one would think at such an early hour, but it was mostly our company.

William Regal proposed the idea of bringing the NXT kids on the tour so they could gain more experience in other countries. So they all looked like a school field trip which Sage had to go join, dragging along her overpacked suitcase, duffel and NXT title.

I glanced around for the boys, knowing they'd went through another line and spotted them finally coming into the lobby. They suggested we get some breakfast in the attached Starbucks.

Seth was the chosen one to stand in line to get the stuff, so we sat down at the table. Silently, with the exception of Ambrose drumming on the table with his fingers and his arm flung around me. Roman was scrolling through his phone, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"Alright here are the muffins," Seth said sitting the bag down. "Let me get the drinks." He turned and went back towards the counter.

I sighed. "Well this is a nice way to start the morning."

"That statement has nothing to do with us supplying you with food does it?" Reigns smirked as he opened the brown bag and pulled out a Pumpkin Spice Muffin, handing it to me.

"No." I smirked, grabbing it just as Rollins returned to the table with the plastic tray full of new Lattes.

"These are to reimburse you for the ones our friend violently spilled," He chuckled and sat next to Reigns. "And don't worry I remembered what you had, it's got your name on it too."

I raised an eyebrow peering at the four cups.

Roman

Seth

Dean

Blakey Doodle

"So I guess I'm Seth, today?"