Walk a mile in my shoes

Edward POV

I. Hate. This. Truck.

No, scratch that. I absolutely loathe this truck. The darn thing couldn't even go higher than 55mph!

Note to self—if Izzy ever forgave me, buy her a better car.

As soon as I stepped foot out the old thing, I quickly looked around for Izzy. Or rather, I quickly looked around for me.

After a few forever-long seconds, I heard the sorely missed sound of a purring engine, which only meant one thing. Rosalie's BMW and Alice's newly received Porsche has arrived.

And if my sisters were here then…

Bingo.

I quickly and gracelessly made my way over to my body, ignoring the frantic look that was plastered on my face. (You know what I mean)

Before I could get a word out, Tanya was in front of me, glaring down at me with the utmost hatred in her fake contact-lensed blue eyes.

"What are you doing over here, Ugly Duckling? Didn't we teach you a lesson, before? Or maybe you need another one?"

My teeth clenched. I just about had enough.

"Move, bitch," I hissed, pushing past her. Rosalie came strutting up, placing a hand on my shoulder and effectively digging her long nails into my blade.

Ow.

"What did you just say, Isabella?" she growled.

"Are you deaf?" I snapped. "Or maybe its just a blonde thing? Okay, well here, let me put it simpler. Move...Bitch. Does Rosalie understand?"

They both looked utterly shocked. Tanya, because Izzy probably never talked like this, and Rosalie, because that's the kind of stuff I would say.

"Listen here you ugly, pathetic waste of air!" Rosalie screamed, stalking closer.

I was taught to never hit a girl, but that was when I was still in a man's body (shudder) and Rosalie had this long coming. This bitch was about to go the fuck down.

"Hey! Leave hi--her alone!"

(Still weirdly) my body came between Rosalie and the body I was currently in.

More shock.

"Eddie, what are you talking about? You hate this ugly bitch, remember? You told me that!"

No I didn't! That fucking liar!

My face (do I even have to explain?) fell a little, which made me feel bad.

I've never said that, Izzy. I promise. I could never hate you, I wanted to say, but that would probably not end well.

My rightful face composed a second later, looking a sad, determined, angry and...mischevious?

"Yeah, I know, Tanya." My rightful arm slung over her shoulders. "I just didn't want you to start the taunting without me."

My/her jaw dropped as I gawked at...myself. What the hell was she doing?!

Rosalie still looked pissed, but skeptical nontheless, but Tanya was pleased with the phony answer.

She giggled and curled into my body's side.

My body looked utterly repulsed, but Izzy didn't flinch. Instead, she stared in my direction with a 'Get ready to get a taste of your own damn medicine bitch', kind of look.

So needless to say, I was beat the shit out of verbally and a little physically before Tanya and Rosalie backed down.

"And remember this, Ugly Duckling," Rosalie snarled. "If you ever talk to me or Tanya like that again, then I will personally kick your ass so much, you will wish you never even heard of Rosalie Lillian Hale."

Oh God, how much I wanted to punch her stupid, but I couldn't. Even as a...girl, I had to act like the gentleman I was. But got damn, that slap from Tanya hurt.

I've always knew that Izzy was extremely sensitive, but I didn't want to cry. That would be beyond gay. No, not even gay. That would be on Barney's level or something.

Izzy was playing dirty. I knew she was. She was getting me back for all those times I pretended to dislike her. God, payback sure is a bitch.

...And painful.

I sighed and stalked off to class, with the stupid tears annoying me half to death.

~*~

By the end of the day, I wanted to murder myself. No, not Izzy's body, but me. Edward-the idiotic-jack ass- Cullen. I wanted to be inside my body so I could go jump off a cliff and drown or something like that.

I've always known that Izzy's life was horrible (because of me of course) but I never knew how horrible. The entire day, it was 'Ugly Duckling' this, and 'Stupid bitch' that, not to mention the shoving and the spitting and the slapping and the tripping and the endless amount of mother fucking tears.

I was desperate to talk to Iz, but every time I even thought about it, Rosalie, Tanya, Lauren and Jessica were there, protecting my body like it was the hope diamond.

And then there was Isa, with the smuggest look on her current body's face, still taunting me.

I didn't know what I was going to do, but I had to do it quick.

Or else...I may never get my best friend back.

Okay, I know this is short as crap and the chapter itself is basically crap, but I am desperate to get out of this writers block, so I am just scraping my brain as much as I can to come up with something good for you guys. Plz don't be mad at me! I'm trying!

Okay, review and plz, plz, plzzz go easy on me. I promise it will get better.

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