Queen of Hearts {1}

Bovita (Bo for short) sat in the backseat of her friend Macy's car.

"Yeah! Yeah! Rock On! Forever, yeah!" sang Macy to the radio.

"Quiet it down, do you mind?" shouted Bo over the loud music.

Macy turned around to get a better look at Bo, and turned the music down.

"Thank-You."

Bo sat waiting for what was next.

She was restless and slumped down in the backseat.

"Well, we're here. See you next week." said Macy.

She always dropped Bo off to her house.

"Bye." she mouthed.

Bo stepped on the cold concrete ground.

All of the stone that was once there, were burried cement.

Her footsteps were the only sound clashing with the silence.

She took out her golden-brown key and unlocked the door.

Creeeeaaaakkkkk.

It opened.

Frank and Jon, her two older brothers (that were twins) rushed over towards her.

"Hey Bo." said Frank.

"Hey ho." said Jon, trying to be funny.

Bo slapped Jon in the face with a forceful, smack.

His cheeks turned red.

"Guess what? Mom isn't here, and we can throw a party." said Frank.

"That's nice." Bo said without caring.

She loved parties, but she just didn't want to have one.

"Fine then. We'll just have fun without you, ho." said Jon, once again trying to be funny.

His blond hair shook up and down along his head when he laughed, which made Bo laugh, which resulted into making Frank confused.

Bo ran upstairs, plopped on the bed, and turned on her radio, and closed her eyes.

The sound of music filled her ears with joy.

Finally, some peace.

But soon, the radio lost signal, and gave out.

"Damn." she said under her breath.

She called her boyfriend, Nick.

"Nick's listening." he said.

"Hey baby. Just wanted to see if you were doing anything tonight?"

"Nope. Just watching T.V."

"Well obviously....that means you can come over to my house."

"Yeah, uh see about that. I'm kind of, tired. Yeah, I'm so tired."

"Stop playing!"

"Listen, go check your mailbox. I've got to go."

Click.

The phone hung up, and Bo was by herself.

Why would he make her go check her mailbox?

Nick was..... creepy.

When they were on dates, he would sometimes get totally crazy.

She opened her door and hurried downstairs.

She hadn't heard it earlier, but loud music burst in her ears.

It was so loud, she couldn't hear the words.

Frank and Jon were having a party.

She pushed her way through the crowd.

After what seemed like hours, she got to the mailbox.

She opened it, and she was scared.

What if he was----

Bo couldn't think.

She pulled out an enveloupe with Nick's address on it.

In green letters it said it was for Bo.

She opened it.

In print it said:

Bo, you're too pretty to be with me. And I just want to let you know, I'm dumping you. We weren't meant to be. Even though you just got off the phone with me, it doesn't mean I liked you because I was talking to you. Well I hope your life turns out horrible I mean good.

Bo felt confused, and her cheeks were burning up.

Her face started to turn red, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She ran into the house, up the stairs, and into her room.

A boy and a girl about a year or two older than her were making-out in her bed.

"Out." she said.

They hurried out.

She had been used to it from the previous parties Frank and Jon would have.

Just when she least expected it, Macy's boyfriend, Ty, walked out of her bathroom.

Bo had always liked him.

She'd do anything to be with him.

"Ty?" she asked confused.

Why was he in her room?

"Oh, hey." he said.

His voice sounded, jumpy.

"Why are you in my room?" Bo asked.

She knew exactly why he was in her room.

She just wanted to start some noise.

"Well, I had to use the bathroom. And I sort of used your shower towel. So sorry."

Just the sound of his voice made Bo want to jump.

"Oh, well you better get back to that big party." Bo said trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Yeah, guess so. Well see you." he said.

Bo was shocked he didn't ask what was wrong with her when her face was severly stained with tears.

"Oh by the way,"

Was he going to ask what was wrong?

That's definetly what Bo wanted.

"What's Macy's new number?"

That's it.

Nothing else.

"You don't know your own girlfriends number?" Bo giggled a bit.

"Guess brunettes can be a little dumb, too." he said.

"Well its, 552-5898."

He wrote it down on a piece of paper.

"I'll be calling her tonight." he said.

Bo hadn't realized it until he was lost in the ocean of a crowd.

She had given him her number.