Voice on the Radio

Chapter 1: Tickets

"Jessica! I'm serious, give it a rest." Jessica Stanley leaned against the locker next to mine as I grabbed my books, slammed it shut, and spun the lock. "They're just concert tickets."

"Yes, just concert tickets… to see Edward Cullen!" He was Jessica's latest celebrity crush. I swear, she changed crushes the way most people change their underwear. I was never really into celebrity singers. They usually had pretty terrible, raspy voices. Edward was an okay singer, though. He had a new CD out recently and my friend Angela Weber had bought it for me for my birthday. I had only listened to it once or twice, though. I'm just not that into music.

"Earth to Bella," said Jessica impatiently. I was headed for Chemistry; she was going to Spanish. "The tickets are for Friday. That's in three days. You and Angela are going to come over to my house to get ready, okay?"

Huh. Obviously I had missed something. Which wasn't a big surprise, seeing as she was talking a mile a minute about something I had no interest in whatsoever. "What about Mike and Ben?" I asked cautiously. Mike could sometimes be a sore subject with Jess, seeing as Mike couldn't seem to comprehend that I wasn't as interested in him as he was in me. But I guess she didn't mind today.

"Weren't you listening to me, Bella? It's a girls' night out!" she said excitedly.

"Oh, yeah," I said, as if I knew what I was talking about. "Hey, Jess, can we pick this up again at lunch? I'm going to be late for Chemistry."

"'Kay, see you then," she said, and hurried off.

Angela hurried to my side as I walked down the hall, shaking my head slowly. "Hey, Bella. Did Jess get to you, too?" Angela, at least, was more on my own wavelength when it came to celebrities. As far as I knew, she'd only had one celebrity crush: David Archuleta, that kid who was on American Idol last year. I guess he was pretty cute, but I voted for David Cook in the end.

"Yeah, she was pretty hyper," I admitted. "Who gave her the tickets?"

Angela smirked. "That would be Mike. He and Ben are going to see a baseball game, and he thought she'd get lonely by herself. They've been pretty steady for a couple of weeks now, right?"
I hadn't really been paying attention to the ups and downs of their relationship as closely as I had in the past. "Uh, yeah," I said. "I guess so."

"Anyway, he thought the three of us could go. That's okay, right? You don't, like hate him or anything, do you? 'Cause we could call Lauren or something…" She trailed off, knowing how much I hated Lauren. Smart Angela, she knew how to get me to agree.

"No, that's all right, I'm coming," I assured her.

We sat down in our usual seats near the back of the room. I grabbed a piece of lined paper from my notebook and scribbled: So what's she going to make us wear? I shoved the piece of paper towards her without looking away from the blackboard.

Angela's neat handwriting was a contrast from my untidy scrawl. You really want to know?

Um, yes. I want to be prepared for whatever torture she's going to try to inflict on us.

She's going to make you wear a spaghetti strap tank top and skinny jeans. Also, the tank top is HOT PINK.

!!

Hey, you said you wanted to know.

HOT PINK?? You have GOT to be kidding me. And there is no way I will be caught dead in spaghetti straps.

Funny…

What?

You think she's going to give you a choice!

I sighed and made a big show of crumpling up the paper and lobbing it in the recycling bin behind me. I spent the next 45 minutes or so trying to make sense of the complicated lesson Mr. Banner was trying to teach us today.

This Friday was going to be torture.

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A/N: Yayy!! I posted a new story! Don't worry, I'll keep working on Manhattan. This is mostly for fun. Let me know if you want me to continue!!