This story is loosely based on the Korean Drama, 1% of Anything.

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Edward's POV

Mr. Whitlock came in and waved at us. He is one friendly old man.

"Is everything settled?" He asked.

"We are still negotiating." Grandpa answered, waving him to sit.

He sat on the chair beside me, looking at me curiously.

"Want to know who fucking won?" I asked, glaring at the smug old man in front of me.

Jasper looked smug too. What a fucking traitor.

"Grandpa is in the fucking lead now. 1-0" I spat.

"It's 1-1, if you include the round I lost last year." Grandpa corrected.

Mr. Whitlock smiled at him and looked at me. "So, you agreed to the marriage?" One of the many things I like about him: he is very calm in every fucking situation. I bet that's where Jasper got his calming powers too, although he gets extremely excited and curses like a soldier at some times, but I think it's because he hangs out with me all the time. Yeah, I'm the bad influence and I don't even give shit.

"Dad, he's not the obedient type of a grandson, remember?" Jasper laughed. "We were talking about them dating and he has agreed to ask her out."

"Six months." I stated, still glaring at Grandpa. "If we still can't get along after 6 months, the fucking thing is fucking over because we aren't fucking meant to fucking be."

Grandpa glared at me and I sneered at him.

Jasper elbowed me again and Mr. Whitlock coughed. The tension in the air is so fucking thick you might need an axe to fucking cut it.

"One year." Grandpa negotiated.

"Eight months." I countered.

"Ten months!" He insisted. "You'll need more than a year to win Isabella."

"He's not in Isabella's good books now." Jasper agreed.

"Of course he's not." Grandpa snorted. "That's why I say he'll need more than a year. Isabella must have hated you. If you want to persuade her, you'll be needing time. Lots of it."

"I don't like her too." I muttered.

"You won't stay that way for long." Grandpa sang.

"It's settled for 10 months then?" Jasper asked.

"What the fuck ever." I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Watch your language, young man! You should be the best gentleman Isabella has ever met!" Grandpa scolded.

"Come on, GRANDPA. We all know I'm not a fucking gentleman! Even Isabella knows that!" I said, exasperated. I stood up, walking to the door.

Grandpa sighed. "That's a start."

"What?" I turned around.

"You called her by her name that time, that's a start. And please, limit those f-words into minimum, okay?"

"I don't give shit." I muttered, turning around.

"Don't try to fool me, Edward. I may be old but I knew a lot of things. Don't waste those ten months. Isabella is a very special girl. You'll regret it if you didn't won her over."

I snorted.

"If you refuse to make an effort or try, withdraw now."

I rolled my eyes, and left the room.

-NEXT MORNING-

"You ain't going to Forks yet?" Jasper asked, propping his feet on my table.

"Keep your feet off my worktable, Whitlock." I huffed.

"If you want to get over the ten months fast, you'll need to take action soon." He continued.

"Why? Is grandpa asking about my progress?"

He just smiled, flipping pages from his folder.

"Even if I wanted to back out, I can't tell that to anyone."

"Come on, Eddie. Tell me. I can keep a secret." He whispered.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Why do I fear him when it comes to talking about the company? Is he trying to give me away along with the company's shares? How did the bitch seduced him?"

"I've checked everything. Nothing suspicious." Jasper sighed, closing his folder. "Don't talk nonsense. Get going now!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Jazzy. I'll fucking go, okay?" I said, running my fingers through my hair. How could I ask her out? She hates me. Ugh. This is harder than I thought.

"It must have been terrible for you, Jack." Jasper said.

I smiled, he's quoting the movie Pirates of Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.

"Well, it bloody is now!" I yelled, playing along.

Jasper laughed. "If only you've become a complete gentleman and mimicked my actions toward her it wouldn't be this hard, Eddie."

"What is done is done. Past is past. There's nothing I can do and I'm sure as hell, you saying 'I told you so' ain't changing anything, Jazzy." I retorted.

"I know. But it felt good taunting you, Eddie." He said smugly.

"But if you're on my place, I bet you're sweating bullets too." I muttered.

"Nope. I think I won't be sweating bullets in my office. I would be driving to Forks High and ask her for a cup of coffee." He said, suggestively.

I snorted. "Like it's that easy! Did you see her face? It's seething hatred!"

"Ooooh. Is Edward Masen- Cullen afraid of Isabella Swan?" He mocked.

"I am NOT afraid of her!" I shouted.

"Uhuh." Jasper fucking Whitock nodded. "Then why are you pissing and shitting your pants just because of the thought of asking her out, eh?"

"Well," I started, "You're just conceited and shit because wooing ladies and bitches alike is VERY easy for you, Ultimate Playboy."

"So that's why you won't permit Alice to go out with me." He muttered.

"Well, that's one of the many reasons why. Because I know the real you. And the real you, at the moment, HAS a girlfriend named Maria."

He groaned. "Oh, yeah. Right."

I smirked. He'll be shutting up for a few minutes. Enough to allow me to think. I sighed. Grandpa is right. Convincing Isabella to go out with me is a BIG problem. Is there a book for dummies in asking the one you DISLIKE to a date?

-NEXT MORNING-

Bella's POV

I packed the lunch and drinks on my backpack. Thank God I didn't forget!

I rushed to the park, seeing Mr. Masen sitting on one of the benches.

"Hi!" I greeted him.

Mr. Masen waved at me, and I sat beside him.

"What did you wanna do today, Sir?" I asked him.

"Please, call me Grandpa." He smiled.

"Okay, Grandpa." I smiled back at him.

"Hmm. You don't mind if we visited my late wife's resting place, don't you? It's her death anniversary today." He muttered, looking away.

"Oh! I'm so sorry about your wife. Condolences." I whispered, patting his arm.

"Thank you, Isabella." He smiled weakly.

I looked at him, confused. "How did you know my full first name?"

He looked taken aback. "Oh, I j-just thought that since your nickname is B-Bella, your r-real name s-should've been I-Isabella, am I r-right?" He stuttered.

Ugh! I'm so stupid! Of course! Isabella=Bella.

I blushed. "Sorry. I'm such an idiot! Why haven't I thought of that?" I slapped my forehead.

He sighed. "No. It's okay. I shouldn't have-" He shook his head. "Mind if we go now?" He asked, standing up.

I helped him up and we walk together to the stop. We waited for the bus in companionable silence.

5 minutes later, I spoke up. "Uhm, Grandpa? Do you mind staying here while I buy some flowers?"

"You don't have to, -"

"But I want to."I insisted. "Please stay here. I'll be right back."

I ran to the nearest flower shop I can find and bought the Glory and Grace Flower arrangement. (picture link on profile)

I walked back carefully, carrying the heavy flower to the stop. The bus arrived and I helped him to get in and to sit down. I sat beside him and he smiled in thanks.

We got there and we walked to Grandpa's wife's grave. We paid our respects and I place the flower beside it.

We were silent for a few minutes until his stomach makes itself known.

I giggled. "Wanna have lunch, Grandpa? I brought food."

He smiled at me and nodded.

I opened the lunchbox and get the spoon and fork. I handed him the prepared lunch and he thanked me.

We eat together. I looked away, wondering if whatever Fuckward said the other day is true. Everytime I thought about it, it gets more and more weird. I sighed. Maybe he is a con man after all.

Grandpa looked at me. "Penny for your thoughts?" He smiled.

I sighed again. Hmm. Maybe he can give me some advice or he would just think I'm crazy.

"Uhm. You'll think I'm crazy." I said, blushing.

"I don't think you are. Except for the fact that you came with me here. I mean, no ordinary ladies this days do things like this with a stranger, right? But I think you're not an ordinary lady. You're a one of a kind. You're parents would be proud of you." He smiled.

I blushed harder from his compliment. Voicing those thoughts of me really looks like a weirdo. I slapped my forehead mentally.

"You can tell me everything, Bella." He promised.

"Can we keep this a secret?" I asked.

"Sure." He smiled.

I took a deep breath. "Okay, well there is this guy who came all the way from Seattle to our school here at Forks. He said that my name is written on his grandpa's will. It says that the company would be given to me if I marry one of his grandsons."

He looked at me, motioning for me to continue.

"Well, he accused me that I seduce his grandpa so I'll inherit the company-"

Grandpa laughed. I blushed.

"Continue." He managed to say in between his laughs.

"Uhm. Well, he's being a complete ass-" My eyes widen and I clamped my hands over my mouth. I can almost hear my dad scolding me. 'Don't cuss in front of an elder, Isabella. That is not ladylike.'

"No, its okay, Isabella. Just be yourself. I want to know what you think of my- him." He said. "Don't hold yourself back. I heard more curse words and I've met many sailor-like mouthed people. Don't worry." He smiled.

"Uhm. Okay. Well, actually I think he's really worthy to be called as an asshole, I mean, when I bumped into him that morning, he yelled at me, saying why am I not looking to where I walked, and who I think I am. " My fists clenched at the memory of that day. "He even called me a bitch! Who did he think he is? I mean, he could be a con man for all I would know! He could be just making this all up and messing around my head! Such an egotistical, self-centered, bitch-like, dickhead! If I can only strangle him once –" I ranted.

Grandpa laughed, although I can see he's just faking it. He looked kinda tense. Hmm.

"But maybe that's why his grandpa chose you. Maybe he thinks you're the perfect girl to put him in place. Will you give it a try?" He asked.

"Uh, I don't know. I mean," I blushed, looking down. "I hadn't seen him since that day. So, I think he's just a con man. Maybe he's onto his next victim since I didn't give up that easily."

"You hadn't seen him?" He asked, exasperated.

I looked at him, confused. Why is he acting like that? I didn't tell him anything insulting, right?

He must've seen my quizzical look 'cause he composed his features again. He looks familiar when he's angry but I just can't put my finger on it. Hmm.

He stood up, looking at his watch. "Can we leave now? I need to go home to pray with my family."

"Oh. Right. Okay." I stood up too, cleaning up our lunch.

We walked to the stop. "I will take you home, Grandpa." I suggested.

"No! I mean, my house is far from here and you may have a lot of things to do. It's okay, I can take it from here." He smiled.

I looked at him and sighed. "Okay then. But let me call one of your relatives first." I said, taking out my phone. I opened my backpack to look for it. Shit. I groaned. I forget that I don't own one. Urgh.

Grandpa must've felt that I don't have a phone because he took out his phone and smiled at me. "Don't worry I'll call them. You can go home now. The bus is here."

"Uhm. Thanks. Take care, Grandpa. Hope we'll get together soon." I smiled.

"Sure. You'll update me from that guy, alright?" He suggested.

"That'll be great! Just call me on these phone numbers." I handed him the paper where I wrote my landline and work phone number.

"Okay. Thanks. Be safe." He smiled.

I get in and waved at him. He waved back, his phone on his ear.

"Mr. Cullen! Mr. Cullen! Over here!" A man in a suit ran towards him.

I just caught a glimpse of Grandpa's shocked face before the bus get moving.

Mr. Cullen? Is Grandpa Mr. Cullen?

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