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

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EPOV

"A contract?" She asked.

I nodded timidly. What could possibly go wrong, right?

She looked away, brooding. Uh oh. This would be a bad idea.

"Ok! Go get some papers and pens!" She suddenly shouted, shooing me.

"What the fuck for?" I asked.

"Duh. We'll settle our agreements and conditions so it would be a 'win-win' situation." She said, air quoting. "You're familiar with those words, right?"

"Of course I am! What the fuck do you think am I? A fucking idiot?"

"Ok then. Now go go!" She said, pushing me.

"Why am I the one to get the papers and pens?" I pouted, she's getting too pushy. I'm not used to people bossing me around. "You're the fucking teacher after all. I expect you always bring one on that bag of yours!"

"Enough complaining already. Just get fucking some!"

"Hmpf." I huffed., glaring at her.

I walked unenthusiastically to my Volvo, grabbing my briefcase and walked back coolly.

I opened it halfheartedly and handed her some papers and a pen.

"Slowpoke." She mumbled.

"Now what?"

"Write the conditions that you want while I do the same." She ordered.

This is getting old. And I'm getting really furious. One more order and I'll fuck the shit out of her. Wait, what?

I groaned, shaking my head.

I wrote my conditions. This may be a great idea after all.

'No nagging.'

'You should obey to what-the-fuck-ever I command.'

'Dating for 10 months. If it didn't worked out, then ….."

I sneered. This is a really good idea. When we signed these contracts, she will be bounded to do these. *cue evil laugh*

Wait. She's writing her conditions too. Fuck.

I looked at her and she's writing too much that it's already back to back. Shit. This would be bad.

I slowly walked to the back of her chair and quietly peeked over her shoulder.

Written in a scrawny handwriting with much force are these words:

'NEVER FORCE ME TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.'

'NEVER SAY HARSH WORDS TO ME OR TO ANYONE ELSE. EVER.'

'NEVER ORDER ME AROUND.'

'IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU AFTERWARDS.'

'RESPECT EVERYONE.'

'NEVER BRAG OR BE BOASTFUL.'

'ALWAYS SAY KIND WORDS.'

"ENOUGH!" I shouted, walking back to my chair.

She grinned evilly. "If you don't want to agree to MY conditions, then, " She starts standing up.

I groaned. She has a pretty fucking evil mind. Grr.

"Wait. Isn't there any other fucking way?"

"I'm not forcing you, ya know, right? It's YOU who wanted the company." She shrugged.

I sighed. "What-the-fuck-ever. So how much would you want to divide the money?"

"I told you I don't want any money." She said, and then her face lit up. "But, there is one student in my class who've been working after school in order to keep his family alive. Robin Sparks. I bet your company could give him a scholarship and allowance as well?"

"Are you doubting our company's money? We have so much that we can pay for all the students in your school and their families!"

"Is that so? Well, that's great then! Give me your laptop so we can print this contract and have this notarized later, 'kay?" She smiled.

"Notarized? What the fuck for?"

"I'll tell you after you give it to me."

"You're bossy today, aren't you?"

"Well you forced me to go here at the first place AGAINST MY WILL ROUGHLY!"

"So this is your 'revenge', eh?"

"Not really. Now go get your lappy-toptop."

"I'm not a fucking St. Bernard!"

"Whatever. Just get it! You blab too much."

I grunted but grabbed my laptop from the briefcase and shoved it to her arms. "Here!"

She opened it and a few minutes later, she started typing.

Huh. I knew that my computer is password-protected.

"You got passed the -?

"Yup. It's soo easy to guess, my dear." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, DEARIE, what is –"

"It's 'FUCKPASSFUCKINGWORDS'." She said.

"How did you –"

"I'm not that dense. Plus it gave a clue. 'What is your password?' So I figured, think like Cullen CursePants. Voila!"

I looked at her, mouth agape. She really is too smart. Too fucking smart. Even Jasper can't get through it.

I shook my head, gathering my thoughts.

"Now tell me why do we need to notarize it?"

"Well, I don't trust you that much yet. Half of me is still expecting that you'll run away any moment." She grinned.

I am stunned. She really has the warmest smile I've ever- What the hell, Cullen?

She must've felt that I'm staring at her because she blushed. What a beautiful blu – Pull yourself together!

I coughed. "I believe it's still unnecessary."

Something glinted on her eyes, making me shudder. Eh? "Why? You scared you may not meet up with the conditions?"

"Are you belittling me? Of course I can do it! They're all easy anyway!" I shouted.

She quickly scribbles something on her paper.

"What the-?"

She tore one paper, crumpled it and ran to my side and stuffed it to my mouth. She waltzed to her chair but not before whispering to my ear. "Edward?"

The sparks went haywire. "Yeah?" I breathed.

"Will you kindly SHUT THE FUCK UP?" She shouted to my ear, making me flinch.

"Why you –"

She swivels around, heading to exit.

I grunted. "Hmph."

She sneered and continued typing away.

I started looking away but she suddenly smiled and blushed at the same time. I can't help myself but be drawn to her. I found myself smiling, too. WHAT THE HELL?

"Are you finished?" I asked, weaving myself to those fucking thoughts.

She nodded and sneered again with the same glint on her eyes.

I looked at her suspiciously and said, "Give me. Let me look."

I skimmed the document and smiled lightly. They're all innocent. She even included my conditions.

"So you agree with my terms, eh?"

She smiled, mumbling something. I thought I heard a 'As far as you know.'

"What?"

"I said, 'Shut up.'"

"Fu-"

"Terms and Conditions # 1: NEVER CUSS." She interrupted.

"What in the - ?"

"You told me that you can do it, right?"

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. SHIT. SHIT. She had me there.

"This is fu-"

She looked at me, challenging me. "If you violate the contract, the marriage and etc. will be called off. Savvy?"

I grunted. "This is no 'win-win' situation! The fu-" She looked at me. I groaned. ""C'est de la merde! C'est foutu ! Les chances sont de votre putain de putain de côté !" I whispered-shouted.

"Putain, je sais ce que tu dis Vas te faire encule . Jurons français sont aussi inclus." She said, poking her tongue out.

Fuck me. She can speak French.

"Anyway, it's quite fair actually. Look here." She pointed at one paragraph. "Did you see this part? I have to suffer and sacrifice 10 months of my happy contented life."

"You say that as if I wanted it, too."

"Well, actually you do."

"What the fu-?" I sighed. There's no use arguing with her. "Ok. I'll print it out and notarize it later when I drop by Whitlock's office."

"Ok then! Go back here after that and I'll sign it!"

I sighed again. She reached her hand out. I cocked an eyebrow. She took my hand and shook it.

Our very first civil conversation and agreement.

And sparks flew.

*The Chapter 5 should end here but I felt fuzzy and warm so I added more. :) It's all because I love all my readers! ;)*

BPOV [the next day, around 3pm]

I sighed. Edward called saying that he can't bring the contract today because 'he's too busy'. Yeah right.

Mr. Demetri Volturi, the art teacher on our school, approached me.

"What is it, Mr. Volturi?" I asked.

He smiled. "You don't need to call me that, Bella."

"I think it's better to call each other like that. We should stay professional, Mr. Volturi."

He laughed. "But no one's here."

I sighed, gathering my things.

"Do you remember what I told you last month, Ms. Swan?"

I froze, remembering that day…

-LAST MONTH-

It's raining and I'm about to leave the school. I opened my umbrella and when I was passing by the gate, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

I turned around, seeing Demetri running towards me through the rain.

"Mr. Volturi?" I asked, covering him with my umbrella.

"Ms. Swan." He murmured.

I looked at him, his hair dripping rain droplets. "What's wrong?"

"I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I- I like you." He said seriously.

I looked at him, my mouth agape. "Mr. Vol –"

"Take care, Ms. Swan." He said, running away.

-END FLASHBACK-

"Oh yeah. That day."

He smiled at me. "Yeah. Do you mind going out some time?"

I was about to deny his request but he looked so fucking hopeful . "Uh. I don't know."

"Please? I really like you."

"Maybe some OTHER time?" I asked, stressing on the word 'other'.

"Okay." His smile faltered and left.

-At home-

As I was about to insert the key through the keyhole, Mom hastily opened the door and grabbed my arm in.

"MOM!"

"Oh Belly-boo dearest! You're having a date tomorrow!" She shouted.

"A date? With who?"

"You're going to find out tomorrow!"

"A BLIND DATE? RENEE?"

"Don't Renee me, Isabella!"

"But, 'MOM'!" Fuck. How would I say this to her? 'Mom, I already have a contract with a deliciously handsome man and we're about to get married in 10 months!' Right. Shit shit.

"No buts, too! You're going no matter what!"

I sighed. "C'est foutu! Maman, j'ai déjà un contrat avec un homme beau et délicieux , nous sommes sur le point de se marier en 10 mois!" I muttered, knowing she won't understand a word.

-NEXT MORNING- (Sat.)

My mom woke me up around 7 am to get ready for the date. 2 hours later, my sister and I are ready to leave. My sister had to go to work, even on Saturdays.

"Honey! Be careful! Hope he's the one!" Mom shouted.

I groaned. Vanessa giggled. "Haha. You are so unlucky, Belly-boo. Haha!"

"Shut up." I mumbled. She stopped. Huh.

She pointed at something and shouted, "Demetri? Why are you here?"

My head snapped up. Mr. Volturi is here?

"I heard you got a blind date today at Seattle and I was about to go there too and so I am wondering, you need a ride?" He asked, looking at me.

"Are you my blind date that my mom set up for me?" I asked, exasperated.

"How I wish that's the case but no." He smiled kindly.

"How long have you been waiting here, D?" Vanessa asked.

He grinned uneasily. "Doesn't matter, V."

"How long?" She insisted.

"Since 7 am?" He muttered.

"Oh my gosh! You've been waiting here for like 2 hours?"

"Sort of. It's no big deal anyway." He shrugged. "So you want to?" He asked, pointing to his car.

Vanessa giggled and hooked her arm to mine. "We loved to." She smiled.

After we dropped Vanessa off to the hospital and went straight to Seattle, the car is enveloped in an awkward silence.

When we finally reached the restaurant, I immediately walked out of the car.

"Mr. Volturi, you really should get going. You may be late for your appointment."

"Oh no. I'm perfectly on time."

"Well then, goodbye."

I walked in the restaurant, when I saw a man waving his arms. This would be a boring one.

After the absurd date, (He is his mama's spoiled brat. A big turn-off.) I hastily walked out when a bunch of flowers were shoved to my face. "For you, Ms. Swan."

"Mr. Volturi? I though you left?"

"Well I just want to give you these flowers since your very awful date didn't give you one."

"Thanks, Mr. Volturi. But I must get going now."

"I'll drive you home!"

"No thanks. I'm very capable of taking the – "

"It's too dangerous."

"Will you please let me go home by myself? Because frankly, your helpfulness is creeping me out."

"Oh. Sorry."

"No problem. Please go home now."

"Okay. Take care."

I waved him off and hastily ran to the curb. I bumped into something hard, extremely familiar it's almost weird, and gave off electrical shock.

"Bella?" A velvety voice asked.

EPOV

Something hit me with some electrical jolts. I looked behind me. I was attacked by a familiar whiff of strawberries.

"Bella?"

"Sorry, I'm not – Edward?" She squinted.

I smiled widely. "Good thing you've bumped into me! I don't have a clue on how I'll contact you during weekends! You don't own a cell phone and it would be really weird to call your home phone 'cause as far as I know, you're still living on your parents, right? I –" I stopped, feeling uneasy. I looked down at her and she's staring at me. "What? Why are you gawking at me like that?"

"You do know that the contract is not yet signed, right?" She said.

"Yeah. That's why I'm looking for you. Come on, we'll sign this, " I said, waving at my briefcase, "at that," I pointed on the nearest restaurant, "place. Okay?"

She nodded mutely. I walked beside her, placing a guiding hand behind her.

-AT THE RESTAURANT-

I opened the door for her, and even pulled out the chair for her. If Jasper sees this, he will die laughing but I bet he'll be proud.

She is still staring at me.

"What do you want?"

"Just water. I just ate." She murmured.

"Do you have some tequila here?" I asked the waiter. I need some booze if I had to keep up this gentlemanly shit.

"Edward, it's just like 3 pm." She whisper- scolded.

"Why? It's 6pm somewhere, right?" I retorted. Shit.

She sighed, looking all sorts of relief.

"What's up? Why are you looking all relieved and shi- sheep?"

She giggled, making me melt inside. THAT'S BULLSHIT. Edward Cullen never melts.

"What?" I asked.

"You're acting strange recently."

I cocked an eyebrow.

"You're like polite and shit. I didn't even hear you cuss or anything when I bumped into you. What happened?" She continued.

Looks like Jasper's gentlemanliness and self-control lessons yesterday paid off.

"I'm just practicing for the real thing. I really don't want the MC Enterprise to be in that Bla –Whatever. Let's just sign this shit."

Bella laughed and I laughed along with her. Yeah, her laugh is that contagious. Damn. I'm fucked.

Then I noticed that Alec is still standing awkwardly beside me, his phone glued to his ear. Why is he here? Oh, right! I'm talking to him about the bomb fraud before she bumped into me.

I shoved the signed contracts to his arms and he looked startled, apparently he's busy talking to his phone. "Mr. Cullen?"

"Give this to Atty. Whitlock immediately." I ordered, giving him a dead serious glare.

He nodded and scurried out of the restaurant.

She laughed. "You have shaken the poor cute thing, Edward." She remarked.

"You think Alec's cute?" I asked.

She snorted, rolling her eyes.

"What are you doing in Seattle anyway? Missed me already?" I half-joked. But that means you're half serious? Fuck you, inner voice.

She looked at me straight in the eyes, holding my hands on the table. "Oh Edward! The hours, minutes, even seconds that we're apart since the other day really broke me into pieces. I could hardly breathe without you. So I went here to pay you a visit." She whispered in a very sultry voice.

My mouth fell. Fuck me. She's too sexy for -.

She laughed, taking me out of my haze.

"Such a gullible fool." She giggled.

Well, I can't argue. She had me there. So what did I do? I huffed.

"Seriously. What are you doing here?"

"You don't want me here? Okay, I'll leave." She said, looking hurt.

"No! Wait!" Then I saw it. A bouquet of flowers. Expensive, red roses. In her hand. Apparently given by another man.

Suddenly it all clicked into place. Her dress to impress. Sweating bullets. Her excuses. Her reason why she's in Seattle.

I felt all my control slipping away. All the bottled anger is slowly coming out.

"Edward?" She whispered.

I stood up. "DID YOU JUST HAVE A FUCKING DATE WHEN YOU'RE GOING OUT WITH ME?"

Whew! That's one of a helluva chapter!

FRENCH TRANSLATIONS:

C'est de la merde! – It's shit!

C'est foutu ! – This is fucked up!

Les chances sont de votre putain de putain de côté !" - Chances are your fucking whore side.! Or The fucking odds are on your fucking side!

Putain, je sais ce que tu dis Vas te faire encule . Jurons français sont aussi inclus. – Damn , I know what you say Fuck you . French curse words are also included.

Maman, j'ai déjà un contrat avec un homme beau et délicieux , nous sommes sur le point de se marier en 10 mois - Mom, I already have a contract with a deliciously handsome man and we're about to get married in 10 months!

Sorry for all the French words I've written. It's just addicting to use the new translator I got. ;)

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