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Chapter 19

The plane ride felt like hours long. Even Troy did ride on his private jet. He felt adrenaline pump through his veins and her could hardly sit still in his seat, it was like he couldn't focus on anything-well, he could; but only one thing, Gabriella and Angie...or is that two things?

three hours later...

Troy was nearly rocking back and forth, the stewardess had to tell him to calm down before he causes a turbulence. He nodded and folded his hands and commenced to looking out the window the rest of the way.

forty-five minutes...

It was becoming impossible to wait, he wanted the plane to land already. He didn't know why the plane ride was taking so long! he's been on planes before and its never been this long! what could possibly be causing the ride to be so fucking slow?

thirty minutes after the forty-five passed...

"Mr. Bolton," the stewardess ushered, "please, Like i told you before...calm down." Troy nodded quickly and breathed deeply through his nose as he tried to get calm and cool. The attempt was unsuccessful, it only him to become more and more anxious. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer; he had to ask, "Excuse me?"

"Yes..."

"What time does the flight end?" he was bouncing in his seat just from the words leaving his mouth.

The stewardess cleared her throat before saying, "Two things mr. Bolton...1) Calm down...and 2) the flight will end in fifteen minutes, and the longer you are this anxious, the longer the flight will seem. Okay?"

Troy nodded, and this time he really did try to calm himself, his attempt was futile; no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't calm down. He couldn't have been that anxious. Oy, this was going to be a long flight (no pun intended).

"Angie, please, eat something..." begged Gabriella, it's been nearly two days and Angie's been moping the whole time. "Angie..."

"Mami, I don't want to...I am not hungry please...I just want to be alone right now..." said Angie as she jumped down from the kitchen stool and walked over to where her basketball was and picked it up and walked to the door. Gabriella heaved out a heavy sigh, and ran her thin fingers through her dark curls. She didn't know what to do; before they left for San Diego Angie was happy, before she met...Troy, she was happy...but, now...she was in this gray mood and falling hard into a dark tunnel. She didn't like it.

The plane landed at the New York airport and Troy left and went to the street to hail a cab-he didn't bother packing; he'd just send for his things. When he hailed a cab he told the cabby to drive to...okay, well, he didn't exactly know where Gabriella lived and he didn't really want to spend half the day or all day going from apartment to apartment searching for his high school sweet heart and his 11 year old daughter. But, what choice did he have really? He told the cabby to drive to every apartment building in upstate New York. His search had begun.

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