A/N: Thank you guys for leaving reviews on my first Blackwater fic. They really freshened me up. I hope you enjoy this story too. It may be three to four chapters long...

And there will be not much Bella bashing. I don't think I care about that character enough to do even that. Anyways, I hope you like it. Yeah, the first part is a bit boring but it'll get good, I promise!

This story is based on the POVs of both Jake and Leah...

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applied.

Pairing: Blackwater!(Leah Clearwater and Jacob Black)

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The Point

Everyone needs a point in life to be happy, to live. She hasn't found one...yet.

Take I: Tainted Life...

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Leah's Point of View...

Ignoring the fact that the girls are laughing at me, even pointing, I continue to sketch a piece at my copy. I don't know exactly what I am drawing here but my fingers carry on and in no time, I finish what I wanted to draw.

I smirk maliciously at the angel I've sketched on my copy. "A Guardian Angel!" What were my hands thinking when I drew these? Angel...like something like that could exist in the world. The living world is cruel and people are selfish. Anyone who would have lived my life would've known about this.

Warmth, protection, love, hope, mercy...everything that the angel symbolises, everything that is supposed to define humanity, no human possessess it. The only thing that the human eyes project out are now selfishness and the need to be powerful. Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've turned, everything I've known till now, I've seen, I've felt, I've endured only the pain, hurt, betrayal, anger and nothing more.

Human life is pathetic...

But I know that if I had colours, I know what I'd like to color my angel. Her gown will be white, her long wings would be dull black, her waist length hair would be darker than her wings and shinier. Her lips would be painted black and her eyes would be of dark bleeding red. Her hands are on her chest, right where her heart is, "what am I supposed to protect", she seems to be thinking!

A strong odour of perfume assaults my nose, cutting off my air supply. I strain to breathe but the gag reflex starts to show, but I keep my cool.

'What is that, you freak?' The girl, who is supposedly called Bella hisses.

I pull the hood of my jumper over my head, fix my glasses and continue to ignore her.

'Are you too much of a mute to talk?' She sneers and her group of snobbish friends jeer in triumph.

'Bella, that is enough!' Edward, her supposed boyfriend says softly yet firmly.

Edward seems to be defending me. I watch her frown with satisfaction on my face. She turns to him, her back facing me and I know she is pouting cause from the corner of my eyes, I watch Edward melt.

Freaking soft hearted bastard...

'I'm sorry', he apologizes to me as soon as she leaves me alone with her gang. He smiles at me like he means it and speaks,'Well, I know she can be a bit of...um...'

'Bitch!' I want to suggest but I don't want to prolong this conversation, it is making me uncomfortable.

'It's okay,' I murmur softly without a smile.

His amber eyes are studying me intently. My face is framed with my long locks and my big dorky glasses so he can't see much of me. He sighs after he realizes that he can't get any more of the words out of me, so he leaves, signalling the arrival of the teacher.

The teacher begins teaching. My mind is elsewhere. I have already studied the chapter so I don't pay attention. I rather pay attention at the rain. The drops are falling endlessly. The rain, is it pure...or tainted...like everyone else in this planet? I start toying with my pencil, pointless...pointless...pointless... I twirl the pencil around my fingers and continue looking outside.

The teacher realizes that students are not understanding a single word he is saying, so he looks thoughtful. With a big smile plastered upon his lips, he declares,'Okay, boys and girls...'

Before he can even say it, I feel the worst approaching. The crazy gleam in his eyes scare me.

'I need all of you to be partnered up for this assignment!'

After all, I sigh, how can women's intuition be wrong? As usual, I end up with no one as my partner. Like I care...in the end, even if I do have a partner, I will have to do this on my own. The teacher looks at me skeptically, pursing his lips to say something to me, the door to the classroom opens and a foolish grin appears on the girl's faces quickly.

The guy in the door runs his fingers through his dark mane of hair lazily and his shirt clings to his body allowing the girls to drool over the perfect abs that he was masquerading. The girls are swooning, making googly eyes at him, I roll my eyes and start to play with my pencil again.

'Okay, why were you late Mr Black?' The teacher asks. He gives some lame ass excuse for about his father going off to some country and he was asked to dropped him off, that was the only way his father could have enough time to talk to him..

The girls made little cute faces at his story but he paid no heed to them. The teacher lets him stay in the classroom, one of the perks of being the son of the founder of the college.

'Miss Clearwater doesn't have a partner and since you are late, you don't have one too, so you are her partner!' The teacher exclaims.

Half my mind wants me to protest but I shrug it off. I just hope he doesn't get in my way of studying. The girls are glaring daggers at me. The guy throws a bored look at me and makes his way towards me. I am motionless.

'Hey there,' he smiles faintly at me and I look at him from above my glasses. His hands are extended towards me. I look at his hands...Big strong man hands...'Looks like I am your partner aye?' He tries again.

I nod at him, my hands still toying with my pencil.

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Jacob's Point of View...

"Okay Miss Grumpy!" I think as I plop down the seat next to this girl. This was going to be a long long long period.

I look at her from the corner of my eyes. She is freaking weird. Even in this warm condition, she was wearing a jumper, a black one at that, her pants were army green baggy. Her glasses were thick and she had the hood of the jumper over her head. Her bangs framed her temple and if the teacher hadn't introduced her as a girl, I would sure have mistaken her as a guy or something.

I hear from a student nearby that this project is worth about 40% of my grades. I look at this girl but she is still toying with her pencil. Man, she can play with her pencil really skillfully, she placed her thumb at the underside of the pencil and then flipped it easily. She hadn't said a single thing to me, except a curt nod, even after being partnered up for this project.

Like I was going to let my grades rot just cuz this girl was anti-social. The world sees me as this rich bad boy and my nature and my handsome features fuels the fact. The rumors circulate like crazy about me but since I don't care enough to deny them, I have formed quite a reputation at this place. But I love my grades and I am a straight A+ student. And I was not going to drop my grades cuz I was partnered to her.

I turn towards her and say the exact same thing to her. She doesn't look surprised rather, she nods at me. Nodding, is that all that she can do, I frown. She then says in a quite whisper,'Library, 4:30 sharp!'

I nod at her to irk her but she doesn't get the point.

Library...Wait...Where the hell was that?

I have too much of pride to ask her where it was so at the end of 6:00 I finally reach the library, in a mess, sweating like a pig. Even through those dark thick glasses, I feel the glare on me.

Stupid Bint!

We study for about half an hour in silence when she looks at her watch and gasps out loud,'Oh Shit!'

'Let's study for a while 'kay, I'll drop you!' I offer but she shakes her head and murmurs quietly before leaving, 'Tomorrow, same time.'

I watch her leave, stunned. My mouth hanging open, staring after her. Not a single girl had declined me before like that and she did that...so freaking easily! How's that even possible?

I can't study at all. My mind is haunted by her action. I leave too, to soothe my broken ego...okay fine I'm probably exaggerating...or not...

I am driving the car to my when when I see her scurrying down the road to the worst part of the city. My curiousity spikes but I'm too agitated to follow. Why should I care if she goes down to the bad neighbourhood anyway? Was she there to buy drugs or to meet someone or...I shake my head at the disgusting things that pop up in my mind. This is just plain insane.

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Leah's POV...

I run through the dark alleys where the drug dealers are selling booze along with drugs. The addicts are on the high, some people are fighting. Prostitutes are showing themselves off. I pull my oversized jumper closer to me and run faster. I was already late for my job. This place makes me feel nauseated. This is one of the worst dumps I've lived my whole entire life. But this is the only thing I can afford and this is way better than the foster family where I was adopted where my supposed to be foster father nearly raped me. That was when I ran. I was never going back to this place.

But that incident ad me living in this dump made me realize that I need to get out of this hell I'm living before it swallows me whole and to do that education is the only key, that is why I study hard. But thinking about the kids in school, like the way they treat me and themselves, I often wonder if that community is any good than this. But I need to try...before I regret.

I reach the filthy apartment and pull on the curtains and reach for my drawer and pull out a good enough clothes but even the modest one I found was very skimpy. Groaning, I put the cloth in my bag and then head out to the night-club...where I work...

What? Someone needs to pay for my studies and it pays just enough for my studies...

Nodding at the owner of the club, who hired me, I enter the dressing room. The club owner likes me. He thinks of me as his daughter and protects me in this place. All I need to do is entertain the people here. The worst thing I have done here is give a lap dance to a guy. I don't need to do other bad things that the women employed here do and I am glad for it. I man I hate this job and the people who come here.

I change into the clothes that barely cover me. Painting my face with all the make-up and pulling a blond wig over my black hair, I take a deep breath...Here I go, to this hell...

I go on to the stage and the lusting eyes follow my every move, the wandering hands want to feel me, they undress in in their minds and I feel sick, looking at them. This is hell, my personal hell. One day, I am going to break out of this place...But I'm starting to wonder if I can't!

It was around three in the morning, after cleaning up the mess in the club...well, this is what I have to do for compensation of not sharing of my body...I reach home. I feel like a filth and a cheap skank. I count the salary I have pocketed for this week, paying for my studies, stationary, rent and everything, I find there won't be enough money for food. I take a shower for cleansing myself and sleep for about 2 hours. At 6:30, I reach the college, after having a cup of strong black coffee and a couple of stale cookies in my fridge.

The college library mostly opens at 6:15. I don't have enough money to buy books so I come hereto study in the mornings. I was studying, doing some research on the assignment the teacher had asked us to do and I feel sleep overwhelm me. After the college and the club, and just two hours of sleep, I always feel tired. I was sore and my eyes were heavy and my head was aching bad. Maybe I need more caffeine or something, I think, stifling a yawn.

The phenomenon...yawn...of showing...yawn...more than...yawn...one...

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Jacob's POV

It was nearly 7 when I parked my car in the parking lot of the college and hunkered out of the car. I hate being home alone. The silence is so deafening that it chills me and I feel really alone and isolated and sad and the more I think about it, the more angrier I get.

Father was out of the country again in business and being the only son, I was alone in the house. SO I decided to come school early, at least I'd do some work. When a cold wind blew past me, I clutched the jacket tightly and made my way to the library. Searching for the required book, I got inside the reading room, where I was met with the most unexpected sight ever. The Clearwater girl was on the room, dozing off.

Pulling a chair next to her silently, I sat down and turned towards her. I put down the packet of the chocolate beans, I was eating. She was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Her glasses were still on the bridge of her nose and the hood of the jumper was still on. It looked as though it was uncomfortable. She must be pretty tired if she was asleep in this place.

I pulled the spectacles from her face and put them in the table after folding them. I looked at her. And what I saw struck me the most.

Dear god, she was beautiful...

Not just okay or anything, she was beyond pretty. Behind these dark glasses, she had long lashed eyes. Her nose was small and cute and her full lips formed a cute pout when she slept and the content expression in her face was just brilliant.

I pulled the hood down, her hair was black, straight and silky. Her hair was cut, framing her forehead and if I didn't know better, she'd have passed for a guy when she pulled the hood over her head but now, the hair that framed her head made her look more angelic than I had seen any other girl.

I wanted to suppress the urge but I couldn't. My hands moved out of my own accord and I pushed the lush dark bangs from her temple. I smiled at the softness of her hair and my smile intensified when she shuddered and murmured something in her sleep.

I started to study, my hands on her hair and with my other hand, I started on the chocolate beans that I loved the most.

I ran my fingers through her hair, and she moaned a bit at the feel...

That small...almost inaudible moan went right through my lower body...Dammit!

It wasn't as if I had no sex-life. It was quite the contrary actually. My looks and my father's money pulled the girls in to me like a magnet. Even without me asking, the girls fell straight to my bed, hoping that I'd fall in love with them. And I wasn't stupid. I'd use them cause they wanted me to use them but I'd never see the girl ever again if she was the typical gold digger type. They were stupid to think that I'd give my heart or anything for them. I was a bit difficult. I have trouble expressing myself. I never express my feelings from my mouth, I do it through my actions.

But I had found not a single girl good enough for my attention...

I had hearts out for Bella, Edward's girlfriend for a short tome but I realized soon that she was like that too, cheap little gold digging skank. I dumped her soon enough after I realized that.

So I usually could keep my hormones in control. The girl shifted a bit, giving me more access to her soft hair. I went rigid and my pulse along with my heart started to race, at the little sound she produced.

Absent-mindedly I kept on stroking her hair. She moaned again and the sound was the most delicious music that I had ever heard. I felt myself jerk in response and a low groan escaped my lips. It turned out tobe a big mistake for the girl was light sleeper. Her eyes opened slowly. Her half lidded eyes had to be the sexiest thing I had seen my whole entire life.

Her eyes were obsidian like mine but a bit more deeper, bit more maturer, bit more mystifying and bit more beautiful. She screeched when she saw me and jolted awake. My hands tore away from her soft hair and instantly missed the tender feeling of the locks of her.

Frowning and swearing a bit, she put on her glasses and pulled on her hood and glared at me. I frowned at her but said nothing but continued to munch on my chocolate beans, studying. Her stomach growled a bit and she looked at me expectantly, she must have looked like that cause through those thick glasses of her, I couldn't see her eyes. I smiled inwardly and ignored the fact that her stomach had just growled and continue to munch on my chocolate beans. She stretched her hands at the packed but I slapped her hands away.

'Want some? Then ask for it!' I said snappishly.

Her face soured a bit but she said at me, her voice low,'Can I have some of you chocolate beans?'

I grinned in my head but kept a straight face. 'No!'

She glared at me. I thought she would say something but she sat up and then went towards the other reading room, angry. What she didn't see was my amused chuckle. I didn't regret the fact that I had been an ass towards her cause I loved my chocolate beans.

Ever since that day, I was in the library sharp at 6:30 and left after she left at 6:00 every evening. She never asked me for my chocolate beans anymore but she began studying with me and I began to know her and like her.

She was a fine piece of jewel, in her mind and her brilliancy and I didn't intend to loose that. I was thinking of first befriending her and then making her mine.

She and I often had a glaring competition but I could feel the change in attitude of her towards me and I loved it, a lot...I just hoped that she would feel the same way about me like I did or else I was going to go insane. The more I knew her, the more I wanted to know her. She would listen to me and we share same philosophies about life and things important in life but she never shared her life with me.

I wanted to know who she was, wanted to meet her parents. But she never let me in close to her private life. So stupidly I followed her, without her knowledge to where she lived. I was struck when she entered a shabby looking building on the slums of the city.

That was where she lived? That was impossible...ANd now I want to know and how? But I want her to tell me that herself...

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter.

If you want me to continue, review people...But just don't ask me to update soon cuz I have a really busy life of studying(I know...my life sucks!) But then again...good reviews make me wanna write more...

...Rain...