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

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BTW. The starting times of both POVS are on the grandmother's death anniversary. [Just to avoid confusion. :)]

Bella's POV

Is Grandpa Mr. Cullen? Hmm. I scanned all my memories of his face but I couldn't find it. I haven't watched TV for a long time because of the school stuffs (and Dad watched the Sports Channel all the time) and I haven't read the newspapers. All I know is that Mr. Cullen is the CEO of Masen-Cullen Enterprise.

I sighed and looked back at them. The man who shouted the name is talking with an old man in a suit and Grandpa looked uncomfortable. Hmm. Nah. Grandpa must be uncomfortable being side-to-side with Mr. Cullen. Yeah, that must be it. Besides, Grandpa looked nowhere near rich from his clothes. From what my dad told me, rich people dislikes wearing old, worn clothes which is exactly what Grandpa's wearing.

I groaned. Too bad I didn't have the chance to talk to Mr. Cullen about his will, so I could confirm it right there and then. I slapped my forehead. Next time.

-NEXT MORNING-

I went to school early so I could make up for my absence yesterday.

On one of my particular classes, Robin Sparks slept again. I shook my head in disappointment, having no choice but to give him detention, again.

4pm.

I grabbed my bag and took off, saying goodbye to my co-teachers.

I reached the stop and rummaged my bag for the purse. Damn. Fucking déjà vu. I ran back to the school to get my wallet.

Screech! A Volvo skidded to a halt an inch in front of me.

"What the hell?" I shouted, falling on my ass.

A familiar bronze hair got out of the car and walked dozily to me. Oh! Whaddya know, it's Fuckward Fucking Cullen! Just my luck!

I stood up quickly, stumbling a little farther and glared at him.

"What the fuck? What do you think you're doing, asshole?" I yelled at his face.

He looked disoriented at first but became alerted when I shouted at him.

He slowly wiped his eyes, scratched his stomach and FUCKING stretched before looking at me.

What the -? He looked like I just wake him up from his deep fucking slumber?

He must've recognized me because he glared at me, FUCKING GLARE. I scowled deeper. "Did you know that you almost hit me? With your fucking car?"

"It's your fault! You're not looking wherever you're going, bitch!" He retorted.

"Oh, and it's my fault, eh? What are you doing anyway?"

"It's called driving, dumbass!"

"It's NOT called driving, smartass! It's called sleeping in a driver seat of a moving car!"

He scowled at me. "Well, it's not my fault that you're running at the road where cars are supposed to. You should be walking on a sidewalk!"

"It's still your fault for sleeping while driving! I could've been killed!"

"I'm tired, okay? I drove all the way here –"

I scowled back at him. "What are you doing here in Forks anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at your office at the building of your grandfather's corporation, the Masen-Cullen Enterprise?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I should've been there, if it wasn't for my grandfather who kept on nagging at me to marry you!"

"So, to keep you from marrying me, you try and kill me and voila! No problemo. You got the money and all the women you want!" I snapped.

"That is not my point!" He shouted.

I glowered at him. "Oh yeah? You know what I think? That you're a complete fraud! Saying these cunning things to mess around with me!"

He looked like he's going to retort but he snapped his mouth close, running his hand through his hair.

"Can we talk about this later? On a sitting manner?" He muttered with his jaw clenched.

I wrapped my arms around my chest in a stubborn position, telling him that I ain't going anywhere with him.

He sighed and forcefully grabbed my arm and dragged me to his car.

Edward's POV

Around 7 pm.

"Dude, before I leave, remember to go to your grandfather's house immediately. It's your Grandma's death anniversary today." Jasper reminded me.

"I know! I'll be there after this." I groaned, waving my hand to all the folders around me.

"The service will end at about 8 pm, you should be there before that."

"I know! I know!"

"Okay then, see yah!" He shouted, leaving my office.

10 minutes later, I gathered all my things, all set to leave, when Alec barraged through my door, panting.

"Mis…ter…. Cull…en… Some….one….bomb…here…." He said through his breaths before fainting.

Bomb?

I ran to the control unit where the security cameras' screens are.

"Report." I said.

The men tore their eyes away from the screen to look at me.

A man pointed his finger to one particular screen that showed the back door. There is a suspiciously looking man, wearing a black jacket, red cap, and sunglasses. He carried a box. He opened the door and left the box there.

"Did you call the police and the bomb squad?" I asked.

"Yes sir. They're on their way." A man answered.

"Evacuate all the guests to the parking lot and tell them to not panic." I ordered.

5 men nodded and went on their way.

10 minutes later, the police and the bomb squad arrived, only to find out that the box is empty.

I ordered the men earlier to assist all the guests back to their respective rooms and apologize. After everything's settled, I ran to my car and weaved my way out of the hotel. I chanced a look at my dashboard. It's already 7:45. I groaned, rush hour.

I'm right. It's already 8 pm and I'm nowhere near halfway to grandpa's house.

Luckily there is a parking lot near me and I parked my car there. I called Jasper.

"Dude. The service is already starting." He whispered.

I sighed. "I know. Can you pick my car up later? It's on the parking lot near the hotel."

"Eh? Why is it there? How will you get here?"

"I'm walking." I sighed again, getting out of my car.

"Dude, do you know how far –"

"I know! There's no choice, okay?" I shouted, running.

He sighed. "Okay. What happened anyway? You said you're leaving when I left."

"There is some prank.. bomb.. fraud.." I muttered, panting.

"Okay. Okay. Be here as fast as you can. The Blacks are wooing your grandpa."

I hung up and ran as fast as I can.

9 pm. I've been running, walking and panting for an hour. (Grandpa lives at a peaceful place near the lake and very far from the Seattle downtown.)

I opened the gate, taking off my suit jacket and unbuttoning my polo.

The Blacks are walking out the door with smug faces. Fuck you.

Grandpa walked out the foyer, looked at me with a very disappointed face. Shit.

Jasper walked out too, waved with a small smile.

"Grandpa. I-"

"Go home. Apologize to your grandma tomorrow at Forks and while you're at it-" Grandpa trailed off.

He knows that I know that he knew that I knew what were talking about.

I nodded and walked to Jasper. We walked together to his car and went silently to get my car.

I went home alone, thinking about the deal and how I'll do it.

I can't sleep that night even though I'm dead tired.

-NEXT DAY-

I groggily went to the hotel and cooped myself at my office.

By noon, I went out to go to Forks.

I arrived around 4 pm and went straight to the cemetery, paid respects and apologized to my dear grandma.

I rushed to my car and made my way to the school. I fucking hope I'll still see her.

I hastily got out of my car and hurriedly weaved through the crowds of students leaving the school.

I ran to the receptionist. "Where is Ms. Swan?"

"Check her at the teachers' lounge."

I ran to the lounge and opened the door. Tasha greeted me and I ignored her futile attempts to flirt with me.

"Where is Ms. Swan?" I asked her.

"That whore again? Are you two dating each other?" She asked.

"It's none of your business! Where is she?"

A man walked near me and looked at me.

"Who are you?" He asked me.

"Where is Ms. Swan?"

"She's gone. She just left."

I looked at him and groaned in exasperation.

"Fuck." I ran out and looked for her on the grounds.

I slowly walked to my car and drove out.

Ugh. What am I gonna fucking tell Grandpa now?

Bit by bit, my eyes drooped. Of all the fucking times for sleep to fucking finally caught me.

Suddenly, I saw a small figure running towards me. I swerved to avoid collision. Damn!

I little by little got out of my car and looked at the woman I almost hit.

Oh! The very person that's hunting my dreams, may it be day or night.

She stood up quickly, stumbling a little farther and glared at me.

"What the fuck? What do you think you're doing, asshole?" She yelled at my face.

I feigned and looked disoriented at first but became 'alerted' when she shouted at me.

Ooh. The irritated look at her face makes me want to annoy her further. I smirked mentally.

I slowly wiped his eyes, scratched my stomach and stretched before looking at her.

She looked at me incredulously. Bwahaha.

I glared at her. She scowled deeper. "Did you know that you almost hit me? With your fucking car?"

"It's your fault! You're not looking wherever you're going, bitch!" I retorted.

"Oh, and it's my fault, eh? What are you doing anyway?"

"It's called driving, dumbass!"

"It's NOT called driving, smartass! It's called sleeping in a driver seat of a moving car!"

I scowled at her. She's a smart one. Duh. She's a Literature/English teacher, you idiot. "Well, it's not my fault that you're running at the road where cars are supposed to. You should be walking on a sidewalk!"

"It's still your fault for sleeping while driving! I could've been killed!"

"I'm tired, okay? I drove all the way here –"

She scowled back at me. "What are you doing here in Forks anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at your office at the building of your grandfather's corporation, the Masen-Cullen Enterprise?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I should've been there, if it wasn't for my grandfather who kept on nagging at me to marry you!"

"So, to keep you from marrying me, you try and kill me and voila! No problemo. You got the money and all the women you want!" She snapped.

"That is not my point!" I shouted. So she thinks that because I'm a rich bachelor, I'm a whore. I'm nowhere near one, bitch! I had neither a girlfriend nor a one-time fling! Those words are never to be said. It would seriously hurt my fucking big ego.

She glowered at me. "Oh yeah? You know what I think? That you're a complete fraud! Saying these cunning things to mess around with me!"

I was about to retort but I remembered what Jasper said, so I snapped my mouth shut and ran my hand through my hair.

"Can we talk about this later? On a sitting manner?" I gritted with my jaw clenched. I'm so not used to being a calm ass to a bitch.

Shewrapped her arms around her chest in a stubborn position, as if telling me that she ain't going anywhere with me.

She is really pushing my patience to the edge.

I groaned and forcefully grabbed her arm and dragged her to my car.

We drove to the nearest café shop and I opened her door.

She looked at me. Fuck. I'm so used to opening my women clients' door. I forgot she isn't one. I slapped my forehead mentally. Excuses. Excuses. Ahm…

"What? Just because I'm a narcissist and you're a bitch, -" I took a deep breath. "You see my mom is a chivalrous woman, Grandpa and Grandma too. –" I exhaled. "Stop complaining. Just be glad that I even consider you a lady."

"I didn't say a word." She muttered.

Double fuck. Did I just ramble? Fuck. Fuck. It's okay. Don't let your guard down. Don't let her see. Regain composure. Don't fucking blush!

"What the fuck ever." I mumbled.

We reached the counter. "What do you want?" I asked.

"Water only." She answered.

I nodded. "Water and large black coffee." Need caffeine in my system.

The girl in the counter nodded. I handed her the payment and we walked to a table, waiting for our order.

When it's done, I walked towards the counter again, getting our order.

I walked back and sat in front of her, taking a big gulp of my coffee.

She looked away, absentmindedly fingering her arm.

I looked at her arm and my mouth fell. Small bruises colored her arm. Bruises that shaped like my fingers. Fuck. I never hit a woman before. Sorry, Grandma.

I took her arm and circled the bruises. I pressed on them. She whimpered a little.

Aww. What a cute voice. Fuck. No. I am abso-fucking-lutely NOT thinking that.

She blushed. She looked beautiful whenever -. SHUT UP.

"Tell me again why won't you accept the proposal?" I asked.

She looked at me with a 'duh' look.

"I mean, come on, I have the looks, the money, the power, pretty much everything you want. What more can you wish for?" I stated.

She glared at me then she stood up to leave.

I quickly took her hand gently. Then I felt a jolt of electricity passed through us and she froze.

"Don't leave." I mumbled.

She slowly sits down, taking her hand away from me and looked away.

I take a deep breath and asked, "How about a contract? A deal where it is a win-win situation?"

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