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.

Thank you all for reviewing! :3

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Unbelievable Promises: Chapter 5

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I sighed as I sat down at my usual lunch table with Nat, Melissa, Chris, Sam and Jared. I set my tray down roughly and sat back, crossing my arms and glaring at the food.

"Uh, nice to see you too." Chris said with an unsure chuckle, I switched my glare over to him and huffed.

"Sup with you cutie?" Jared asked, sitting down next to me. I nearly found myself groaning when he sat down next to me.

"Jared," I sighed "nothing, okay?"

He held up his hands and raised his eyebrows. "Okay, damn. Sorry, is it that time of the month?"

"Jared!" Melissa yelled across the table, throwing an apple at him. He threw her a bright smile and caught the apple, taking a bit out of it as he turned back towards me.

"No, but nice try dick."

"You are what you eat . . . " Nat said with a giggle while Chris wrapped an arm around her.

Jared craned his neck to the side and gave Natalie a laugh, "Ha - ha, aren't we funny?"

"I think she is." Sam spoke up, his dark hair whisping in front of his blue eyes.

Jared rolled his eyes, "I wasn't even talking to any of you, it was just me and Renny."

I groaned when I heard that nickname. "Again with that nickname?"

He laughed and spun around in his chair, facing me once again. "You love it, baby."

I laughed, "You wish."

He smirked and threw his arm around me, I let out a breathy groan and rolled my eyes. "Jared, don't touch me."

"C'mon, just relax. What's gotten into you?"

"Shouldn't you be sitting with Jacob and all your football buddies?" I asked, ignoring his question. All of our eyes fell to the area which held nearly three table's filled with people that were considered the popular kids here at Forks.

Jared shrugged, his shaggy blonde hair moving with the motion. "Nah, they can survive without me."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, "I'm sure they're more than happy to be without you,"

He laughed, "Lighten up, Ness."

I picked up his arm and removed it from around my neck, "Maybe when you leave."

He rolled his eyes, "Alright, whatever." He roughly pushed the chair away from the table and left us, heading towards his usual table. They all greeted him cheerfully, I watched carefully trying to make out what he was telling them. Suddenly, they all turned and stared at me. I groaned, what the hell did he say this time?

"Is it Jacob?" Natalie asked when I rested my crossed arms on the table and buried my face in my jacket sleeves.

I simply nodded.

"What happened?"

"You know how he's in my health class? Well, Mrs. Meyers paired us up to do this worksheet and he wouldn't even look at me. He barely said a word, and I ended up doing all the work. If I see him in the hallway and we see each other for like a second, he immediately looks away or heads in a different direction. Seriously? Like, I don't even understand. I know I called him a douche and shit, and was a total bitch but that doesn't mean he has to act like I have the plague!" I yelled in a hushed whisper.

Natalie sighed, "He's just a real big, egotistic jerk with a big head. Why are you wasting your time liking him when you barely know him?"

I sniffled, "I don't know, I honestly don't. Just something about him that draws me to him."

Natalie rested her hand on my back, "I know what you mean."

I lifted my head and smiled and followed her gaze to where Chris sat next to her, engrossed in a conversation about guitars with Sam. I was jealous of their relationship, beyond it. Chris was perfect to her, and as far I could tell . . . they were soul mates. When do I get my chance at something like that?

I looked up and caught the eyes of none other than Jacob, his gaze intent and careful. We continued to look at each other for a few moments until one of his friends tapped his shoulder. He turned his head while still looking at me before breaking the gaze to speak to his friend. I furrowed my brows and was about to look away when he glanced at me one more time. I felt my face heat up and turned away sharply, my stomach twisted with excitement as I sighed and rubbed my face, what was I going to do?

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"He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid. Yeah he found a six shooter gun. In his dads closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don't even know what. But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you." I sang softly as I messed around with chords on my guitar, the loud waves crashed obnoxiously against the sharp, angled rocks next to me. Droplets of the salty water hit my goosebumped flesh, stinging me with a comforting feeling.

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, faster than my bullet." I sang louder, strumming harder on my guitar. I closed my eyes and continued to sing the interesting song, tapping my foot with the notes.

I sang the song over and over until my voice began to become harsh, another large wave crashed against a rock, sending the droplets of salty water to mix with my own salty tears. I shoved my guitar away from my body and it landed in the sand with a thud, I leaned over and hid my face in my arms that rested on my knees, letting the sobs shake my body. I don't know why I was getting so emotional over this, I didn't know Jacob Black.

He was some lousy crush that I was getting worked up over, hell - he's my first crush that I've had in a long time. But for some reason that didn't settle well in my head, the word 'crush' strained things. It made me angrier. If I didn't have a crush, then exactly what did I have?

A mental illness?

I sighed and wiped the angry tears off my face. Renesmee Carlie Masen does not cry. Especially not over a boy.

A stupid, souless, jerk of a guy.

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September came and went quickly, bringing out it's calm colored leaves and letting them fall to the ground in the fall's crisp air. "I still don't understand why you like him," Natalie said with a sigh. "he's a complete asshole."

I shook my head and shrugged. "Sure, he's arrogant, hard headed and completely sarcastic but he's funny, and sweet - and highly attractive." I breathed deeply through my nose and let the air whoosh out of my mouth.

"Sounds gay." she muttered.

I punched her arm and shoved my cold hands back in my leather coat. "He isn't."

"You don't even know him." she growled,

I rolled my eyes, "I know him enough to be able to like him. You fell in love with Chris the second you saw him, don't be such a hypocrite."

She scoffed, "I'm your best friend, I'm allowed to do what I want."

I sighed and let a yawn take over my lungs. "It's late Nat," I started. "I'm going home, I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. It's the first Saturday that I actually can. I don't have to work, for once." I heaved myself off her porch chair and shuffled my cold feet down the concrete stairs.

I heard her groan, "Just stay the night, retard." she suggested.

I shook my head no, "Maybe tomorrow Nat, I really just want to go home."

"Ness, I'm - "

I walked down her black paved driveway and stopped listening to her, and took off in the opposite direction of my house. I started out in a jog, but then I let my long legs move quickly under me, my converse making it difficult to move any faster with their flat bottoms. I unzipped my jacket and flung it off my body, letting it land in some random persons orange and red leaf coated yard.

The wind was harsh on my already cold skin, but my moving body began to warm me. The feeling gave me a rush, and propelled me faster. The wind sent my copper curls flying behind me, but fell back down my back when I came to an abrupt stop as I made my way up to the huge gates. I huffed and began climbing, ignoring the blinking red security cameras.

I landed on the other side of the gates on the balls of my feet with a light thud, I took off in a sprint again hoping to escape whatever I was running from.

Accusation? Disappointment?

The truth?

A mangled sob escaped my oxygen deprived lungs, hot tears followed it's trail; making me even angrier. I growled and pushed myself past my limits, ignoring the fire like burn in my lungs and muscles. I kept running, all through town - ignoring the stares from passing cars and people. Salty air hit my nose like a wildfire, bringing me back down to reality. My feet hit the sand and my body soon followed. My fists hit the grainy ground with a pound.

Sobs racked my body as I curled into a ball, fisting the sand and letting it fall out of my hands between my fingers. Droplets of water hit my skin as a wave crashed against the shore a few feet from me.

"Renesmee?" A deep, confused voice asked.

I let out a frustrated cry and covered my face. "Why the hell are you here," I spat

"I got a call from your phone, but it wasn't you. The girl was frantic and said something about the beach, so . . . I came here." he said, I saw out of the corner of my eye him sitting down next to me.

"It's not your problem," I muttered as I wiped black off of my cheeks.

He stayed quiet for a few moments, "Doesn't mean I can't not want to help."

I laughed sarcastically. "Since when would you give a damn about helping anyone." I growled, "it's always about you, why would you give up time for me?"

He was silent again, but not for long. "I don't know, I just feel like I owe you this."

"You don't owe me shit," I growled as I got up off the ground. "no one owes me anything but respect. Which is something I'll never get from anyone, especially from you." I turned away from him and walked away from the beach.

"I respect you," he called after me.

I turned back around and faced him, "Really? It doesn't seem that way. You won't even look at me in the hallways at school. Am I really that much of an outcast? I thought you liked different." I yelled over a loud crackle of thunder. I almost had the urge to roll my eyes, so cliche.

"I won't even look at you in the hallways? I never see you!" he yelled back, he walked towards me; breaking the long distance between us.

"Bull! But it doesn't even matter because you're always to busy flirting with my brothers girlfriend! Oh Bella, you're so beautiful. Oh Bells, I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Oh Bella," I mocked with a venomous disgust,

He feigned hurt for a moment, but his hard demeanor quickly took over again. "She's my best friend." he snarled,

I snorted, "I don't flirt with my best friend, I don't try to get in my best friends pants!"

We were so close now, that our heaving chests touched and my head began to spin as my stomach twisted with nerves. I hid my excitement by glaring into his onyx eyes.

"I'm not in love with my best friend." I finished.

The rain came down in a mist at first, but soon pelted down on us. Stinging my skin and turning my lips blue. His grabbed my waist and gripped it tight, crashing my body against his. His other hand tangled it's self in my wet hair as he brought his lips down to meet mine aggressively. "They say," he started in between kissing me, "that jealousy," he crashed his lips against mine again, letting them move together harshly. "is the ugliest trait." he growled as he pulled away to catch his breath before diving back in. "But on you, it's so - " he paused and kissed me again, softer this time. "so fucking sexy."

The breath escaped my mouth in a whoosh, all anger melted - but only to be replaced by confusion. "I got around wanting someone that I couldn't have, only to meet someone else I also can't have." our breath came out in jagged, short burst as we both tried to search for something in each others eyes.

"What do you mean?" I finally asked after moments of silence.

"I can't have you, for so many reasons. You're my best friends, boyfriends little sister. You're my employee. You're two years younger. You're moving to Australia to be a dancer." he finished, his head dropped to my shoulder as he pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"How did you know?" I whispered.

"Edward was talking about it the other day." he mumbled,

I closed my eyes and sighed, "If I'm so untouchable, then why did you just do what you just did?"

He shook his head, "I couldn't not know what it would feel like anymore, I just . . . I had to know."

"What did it show you?" I whispered,

He let out a short, sarcastic laugh. "More then words can describe."

I furrowed my brows, "So what now?"

"I let go," he unwrapped himself from me and rubbed his face, the rain was softer now but still stung my skin. Water droplets fell from his hair and ran down his chiseled face, running with other rain droplets.

My face crumpled, "What if . . . what if I don't want you to?" I murmured,

He closed his eyes and turned his body half way away from me, "We can't."

I let out a small whimper, "We can," I pleaded. "please, don't do this to me."

He turned his back to me and took a small, hesitated step forward. "I've got no choice, I'm not going to try when you'll just be gone before I know it."

"Time." I growled as I stopped behind him. "Give me time, give us time. Try for once and don't just give up! You're so used to having things handed to you, but when you actually have to try you give up."

He turned around, with an angry expression on his face. "Having things handed to me? Are you really judging me when you don't even know me?"

I huffed and balled my fists, "I suppose I am."

"My mom died when I was a little kid in a car accident with my father, it left him in a wheelchair unable to work - unable to support his family, my sisters fled the scene the second they turned eighteen - leaving me and my dad behind. I was fourteen, and I had to work every single day after school, while still having the burden of homework. The only reason I'm where I am today is because I worked for it." he growled,

"I switched schools because If I wanted to help support my father, I would need a very good education. And the rez's school wasn't a school colleges looked at. I worked at being good at football, so I could maybe - maybe somehow be good enough to get a scholarship and go to college. I opened a garage with a few friends and worked at making it big to also help support my father. I have worked for everything in my life to get to where I am today, and you have the nerve to tell me I have things fucking handed to me?" he shouted.

I stopped breathing, I stopped moving . . . I just stopped. Time seemed to stand still as his angry stare turned into a soft one. I don't know what my features held, but whatever it was; crumbled Jacob Black's hard walls. I snapped him. I broke his barrier, and now we were both buried in it. Buried so deep that there was no way to get out.

And that is exactly just the way I wanted it.