Hi, all. This will be a somewhat sad, all human story. I hope you come to love it as much as I do, I've been working on it for a while & I have up to the first 6 chapters. Please enjoy and review! I own zero character's, besides the ones not in the twilight franchise and what not. :)

This character of Renemsee is supposed to act like this, so if you read anything that may offend you, It in no means applies.

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Unbelievable Promises: Chapter 3

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"You work with JACOB BLACK?" my best friend screamed at me as I entered her house, I suppressed a laugh and shrugged.

"Yeah, so?"

She threw her hands in the air, "That douche bag - ohmyGod, I can't believe this! Ew!" she stomped around and continued to fume. Natalie was one of a kind, and my closest friend. Although we were completely different, I was more flare, I loved to stand out and she was . . . well, Natalie. She liked blending. But her Australian accent made it harder for her to do so. Her mother was originally from Forks, but met Natalie's father in Australia on a college visit or whatever. I'm not really sure, but all I know is that when she moved her when she was 12 and that we became best friends immediately.

"He's pretty cool actually . . ."

Natalie stopped moving and stared at me with her jaw slack. "Cool?"

I chuckled and followed her into her room, where her boyfriends CD was blaring from her iHome. She went over to her vanity and continued to curl her blond hair.

"What's with you and curling your hair lately," I muttered, she gave me a cold glare through her reflection in the mirror.

"Chris likes it."

I snickered, it was always Chris this and Chris that. "Shut up!" she yelled and chucked one of her brushes at me. I ducked just in time to see it hit the lamp. Both Natalie and I met panicked looks. I dove for her antique lamp and caught it just as it was about to hit the floor, successfully slamming my face into the wall. I groaned and stayed plastered against the wall, cursing about how much I hated my best friend.

"I didn't tell you to save my grams lamp," she said in between her hyenna like laughter. I flipped her the bird and heaved myself off the floor while rubbing the right side of my face.

"Holy shit," I mutter, throwing my body onto her large bed. "hurts like a mofo. Even worse since it's the side Jessica focused on." I moaned and held my face.

She snickered and jumped on the bed next to me. "Aw, does Nessie need Jacob Black to kiss it all better?"

I swat at her, but unsuccessfully missed. Which, caused her to erupt in even louder laughter.

"Bitch," I muttered.

"You have a crush on him, don't you!" she asked, her green eyes wide.

My mouth fell open, and I scoffed. "Ha, yeah. Suuuuure. He may be nice to look at but he's a dick."

"You just said he was pretty cool?"

I blinked a few times, processing what she said. "Um, well I mean he is . . . just not when he's being a dick."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Nessie, Nessie, Nessie. When will you ever learn?"

I glared at her and got off the bed, "Shut up."

She sighed and stood up after me, "I was kidding, but I'm just gonna slip into some shoes and we can head to the mall." she gave me a tight smile and went over to her closet, slipping into a pair of white keds. My eyebrows shot up into my hair line as I stared at her.

"What?" I questioned, craning my neck to the side.

She nodded quickly, sending my confusion deeper. I let out a loud breath and stood up, I did a once over in her mirror and groaned. My face was still bruised and scabbed. Great. "I look like shit, Nat. Can't we just stay here and chill for a while?"

She narrowed her blue eyes. "Uh, no way. Dress shopping?"

I let out a cry, "Nat-a-lieee!" I whined. "Please?"

She smirked and took my hand, dragging me out of her room and down the stairs. She all but threw me into her car and peeled out of her driveway. I pouted and crossed my arms, glaring at the dashboard. She flipped on her sound system and The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco began to play. My eyes met her and my anger fell. She knew my weakness for Brendon Urie.

"Hate you." I mumbled.

She giggled and shrugged, "I can deal."

I laughed and shook my head, and turned up the volume.

oOoOo

"I hate you," I repeated to Embry as I caressed my re-injured cheek. It would just so happen I got hit in the face with a wrench he threw at me which would also just so happen to hit me on the right side of my face.

"Ness, really - I'm so sorry."

I rolled my eyes, "It's chill. This side of my face is just going to be permanently ruined for the rest of my life."

He scratched the back of his neck and looked at me with a guilty expression, "You look pretty, no worries."

I scoffed, "Give it a rest,"

"Give what a rest?" Jacob asked as he walked into the garage, wiping a tool off which also so happen to be a damn wrench. I screamed and stormed away, Jacob gave me a weird look as I stomped past him.

I went into the office and threw myself onto a chair, my phone started ringing shrilly, playing the audio from a YouTube video that I'm beyond obsessed with.

I smirked and let my chest heave with quiet laughter.

I pulled out my phone, glancing down to see Edward's picture flashing on my screen. I groaned and pressed send, before bringing it to my ear.

"You just ruined my ring tone,"

"I'm so sorry," He said with a chuckle. "But I'm sure you'll never stop loving that song . . . or rap, or whatever the hell it is."

I smiled and looked up when I heard the door open. I saw an angry looking Jacob staring down at me as I chilled on the chair chatting on my phone. I smirked up at Jacob, "So, Edward - how's Bella?"

Jacob frowned and sat next to me, looking down at the carpet as he bounced his left knee. I furrowed my brows and looked at my own left leg to see he did the same thing I did.

Hmm, interesting.

"What? She's fine, I was just calling to see if you knew about mom and dad leaving town this weekend? They just told me via tweet. Tweet for Christ's sake!"

I burst out laughing, "Bro, you just got dissed by our parents! That's a classic Facebook status right there." I giggled some more and leaned back in the chair. "But anyways, no - I had no clue they were leaving town this weekend . . . but wait, you actually have a twitter? Pansy." I howled in laughter and almost fell off my chair.

The line went dead after a few seconds causing me to laugh harder, I put my phone away in my back pocket and shook my head as a smile spread it self from ear to ear.

So classic.

"So, uh. You know that dance is coming up." Jacob said nervously,

I nearly chocked as I sat up straighter and stared at him. Was Jacob Black about to ask me to Homecoming? Holy shit! Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I almost broke out into a smile.

"Uh, yeah?" I said as I licked my lips,

"And, um, you know - I was wondering . . ."

"Wondering what?" I questioned aloud,

"Okay, this might be really weird, and you'll probably say no - but I saw you at the mall, looking at dresses . . . and - "

"And what?" I asked, a smile starting to make it's way onto my face.

"Well, there was this really gorgeous girl with you, and I know I don't know her - but I would love to know her. So, can you introduce us? Help a guy out, please. I'm listening to what you said, and that there are other girls out there - "

I stopped listening to him as my heart dropped, and fucking dropped to the pit of my stomach to a point where I wanted to be sick. How could I be so damn stupid to think that Jacob Black would ask me of all people to homecoming. Get a grip Masen, just get real.

"Natalie."

"What?"

"Her name is Natalie." I repeated. "She's my best friend and always has been and always will be. She has a boyfriend of three years, she's from Australia, she hates your guts and she's off limits." I stood up and walked away from him, leaving him with his mouth dropped open, my hand hovered on the building door that would take me outside into the thunderstorm. "Douche bag really was a good word for you." I swung the door open and left, letting it slam shut behind me. Blinding tears fell from my eyes for reasons I didn't know. Hurt, anger . . . rejection?

I wasn't sure, but I knew that I liked Jacob Black more then I should have, for reasons I also didn't know.