1 Percent of Anything

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

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NOTE: Did you notice that in every EPOV, Bella is always regarded as 'she'. I did that on purpose, showing that Bella is the only 'she' on his world. (and Edward didn't know it yet, subconsciously.)

Disclaimer: I don't own TWILIGHT or 1% of Anything.

But jealousy... it's a strange thing. So much more powerful then I would have thought. And irrational!
Edward Cullen- Twilight

EPOV

After my outburst, she slouched on her chair, looking fucking relaxed, very much opposite to the reaction I expected. What the hell?

I looked at her incredulously, enraged and fucking confused.

She smiled maliciously. "Why? Are you JEALOUS?"

I staggered backwards, taken aback, she got the nerve?

I mean, there's NO fucking WAY I'm jealous. This is fucking anger, right? Because as far as I know, if you're jealous, you love the person and there's NO FUCKING WAY I'm in LOVE with her! Right?

"So ..?" She prompted.

"This is what I call FUCKING anger. Because you fucking broke the fucking contract!" I shouted, not caring that every one in the room is watching us.

She stood up, glaring at me. "No, I did not! We didn't sign the contract 'till the date happened! So I ain't breakin' the contract!"

I glared back at her, unsatisfied by her excuse. "You still had the fucking date when you're –"

"Okay, okay! I don't know why I'm explaining this to you, but –"

I turned around, leaving. "This is fucking fucked up before it even fucking started!"

"You know what? GO! Have it your way! I'm not losing anything anyway! You're the one losing everything, ASSHOLE!"

I gyrated, facing her. "You fucking dare call me a fucking asshole, WHORE? THIS IS REALLY FUCKING OVER! FUCK THE FUCKING COMPANY! FUCK CARLISLE! FUCK THE FUCKING BLACKS! And most importantly, FUCK YOU!"

She walked up to me, and slapped me, HARD. I froze, stunned. She headed to the exit and when she was about to reach the door, she stopped.

"Listen to me, angry-about-nothing stupid motherfucking douche bag. My mother arranged the blind date and forced me to go even if I don't want to. I can't tell her about you and the contract because of so many reasons. My co-teacher slash overly helpful acquaintance gave me a ride here and the flowers because 'my very awful date, his words not mine, didn't gave me one. And since you're the one who called the whole thing off, without hearing my VERY reasonable explanation, DON'T EVER COME NEAR FORKS OR ME, BEGGING FOR FORGIVENESS BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I'M FORGIVING YOU AFTER YOU ACCUSE ME FALSELY AND CALLING ME A WHORE. Oh! And before I completely leave you, take a good look at the contract and I guarantee you, I didn't break any of the terms and conditions. You forgot to write that we're supposed to be seeing each other exclusively. Guess you need to learn from your mistakes, huh?" She took a deep breath and exhaled." GOODBYE, EDWARD."

And with those words being said, she left.

I don't know why, but something's telling me that I'm the one who fucked it all up. That I should apologize to her for all the horrible things I accused her of. That's bullshit. It's her fault. It's still her fault. I said to myself, consoling whatever part of me that needed to be comforted. It's a lost cause. Just admit it already. You're jealous. If only you told her the truth, things might haven't been this way. Why the hell am I jealous? Duh! You really are stupid. You like her. You like her to be yours. Exclusively. Yet, your pride got in the way and what did you do? You insulted her. Come on now, you're in your fucking twenties already! You're not a 6-year-old kid anymore! Which means if you like her, tell her already! Don't pull her pigtails!

I shook my head, clearing the ridiculous thoughts and my inner voice.

I looked around me, through the throngs of unfamiliar faces that stared at me with pity. As if I care about what they're thinking.

I hastily walked to the exit, her scent still lingering in the air. Her words still echoing in my mind. Her face contorted in an unfamiliar emotion still wavering in my thoughts. Since when did I become a depressed poet? Since you pushed away the only girl that can stand you. Idiot.

I groaned, rubbing my face with the heels of my hands. I'm shocked as hell and confused as fuck. What the fuck am I suppose to do now?

BPOV

I took a deep breath and whispered, "Goodbye, Edward."

I left the restaurant after that, not wanting anyone especially Edward to see my tear-streaked face. I never knew that saying those words could be this hard. Well, it's his fault for cussing and being irrational. He jus spew those hatred-filled false accusations without hearing any of my explanation.

That is the last straw. We always argue, we never get along, he always insulted me, hurt me and this time, I'm too tired to affront him back. I need to teach him a lesson that only I can teach.

I grabbed a tissue from my pocket and cleaned my face.

Just then, I looked up and saw the MC Hotel.

*LIGHTBULB!* (y'all know what that meant, right? You didn't? It meant an idea popped on her evil mind. :)) [yeah, I watched Despicable Me :D])

I rushed in, walking to the information booth.

"Good evening. Welcome to the MC Hotel. I'm Garrett. How may I help you?" The receptionist asked.

"Can I talk to a Mr. Alec, please?"

He nodded and clicked some buttons on a box that looked like an intercom.

"Yes?" A voice on the other end asked.

"Alec? There's someone here to see you." Garrett said.

"I'll be there."

Garrett waved to some chairs and said, "You can wait for him there, Ms.?"

"Bella." I smiled at him.

I walked to the chairs and 10 minutes later, Alec showed up.

"Mr. Alec?"

"Oh! You're the one that Mr. Cullen –"

"Yes, yes." I nodded.

"Uh, not wanting to be rude or anything but why are you here?"

"I'm just wondering about the folder that Edward gave you. Did you already hand it over to Mr. Whitlock?"

He looked at me suspiciously and I gave him my best innocent smile.

"Yes, Ma'am. I gave it to Atty. Whitlock immediately as what I was ordered."

"Goodie!" I grinned, feigning a pleased look. "Can you give me the directions to Mr. Whitlock's office? I just want to talk to him, you know, catch up?"

He produced a pad of paper and a pen from his pocket and scribble down. He gave it to me and I thanked him.

I looked at the paper and read the directions. Hmm. Good thing it's not that far from here.

I walked and follow the directions carefully.

5 minutes later, I arrived at the Whitlock law firm. I entered and asked for Atty. Jasper Whitlock.

The receptionist guided me to his office and knocked at the door.

"Oh, by the way, does he have a paper shredder on his office?" I asked her.

She nodded to me warily. I sneered. "Perfect!"

"Come in." Jasper said through the door.

"Atty. Whitlock?" I asked, opening the door.

EPOV

I don't know how long I stood there, lost in my thoughts. It's not until my phone shook through my pocket that I was removed from the haze I was in.

I snatched my phone and answered it without even looking at the Caller ID.

"Dude? WHAT THE HELL, MAN? YOU WASTED THE LESSONS I TAUGHT YOU LAST NIGHT! I KNEW WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU AND BELLA! SERIOUSLY? I mean, come on, man. I just – Hello? Edward? You there?"

I nodded, even though I knew that Jasper won't see it.

"Dude? Edward? Hello? Asshole? Aren't you gonna ask me how the hell did I know what happened?"

I'm out of my mental state right now, dude. My mind just blew up along with my fucking outburst. I'm irrational. I grunted as response. It seems that my tongue ran away from me, too.

He sighed through the line. "Dude. This is fucked up. Bella just went here with a tear-streaked face, yelling what a complete asshole you are and began hitting me relentlessly. She dug up the contract and she shred it into PIECES! DID YOU HEAR ME, DUDE? CONTRACT. SHREDDED. PIECES."

I grunted. Nothing surprising there, that's typical-Bella style. I sighed.

"Dude. How 'bout we meet up? The bar down the street? Be there!" He said, hanging up.

I groaned, willing my feet to move to the bar.

When I arrived, Jasper is already there, looking at me with pity.

I shook my head and we both entered the bar silently.

30 quiet minutes later….

"You look suicidal, dude." Jasper commented.

I nodded.

"Don't take it too hard. There's always a way." He said, trying to comfort me.

I nodded, not believing him. She said it so herself. She'll never forgive me for being an idiot.

"Dude, come on! You can win her back! With your looks and voice, she's puny on your hands!"

"That's what got me into this crap. If I hadn't open my fucking mouth when I saw the flowers and just exhaled, maybe it wouldn't turn out to be like this." I grumbled, taking a long gulp of my tequila.

He sighed. "If you'll stay that way, depressed and hopeless, it would get you nowhere! You have to act, man!"

"How? She said I'm not allowed to be near her and beg for forgiveness."

He looked at me and a strange glint appeared on his eye. "You really like her, huh?"

I regain composure, straighten my back and composed my features. "No." I stated with conviction.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, then explain to me why are you acting like a girl that you love just dumped you, eh?"

"I – I –" I scrammed through my head for exc- reasons. "Uh.. It's for the company! Of course! Yeah! I told you I would never let the Blacks –"

"Mhmm." He nodded, disbelievingly.

"It's true!" I said, convincing him to believe.

"Mhmm. Why don't you just give up on her? It didn't work out, right? Tell that to your grandpa. I'm sure he'll understand."

"He won't!" I shouted too quickly.

"Mhmm." He exhaled. Then his face lit up. "Whatever. You do know that you don't have to be near her to beg for forgiveness, right?"

I looked at him, confused.

"You soften her heart first, gave her some chocolates and flowers?"

I still stared at him.

He sighed. "It's called DELIVERY, dude. It's quite famous these days, ya know? Pizza? Furnitures? Dinner? Girls?"

"Will it work?" I asked.

"I sure hope so."

I looked away, thinking of the possibilities.

"So will you do it?"

I sighed. "Well, there's no other way."

He grinned. "OPERATION: WIN BELLA BACK."

Jasper's POV

"Atty. Whitlock?" A familiar voice asked.

I looked up from the contract I'm skimming. "Bella?" I asked.

"Jasper. Long time no see." She said, smiling evilly, making my goose bumps stand.

"Indeed. What's up?" I smiled weakly.

"Is that our contract?" She asked, pointing to the folder in my hands.

I nodded.

She reached out and I handed it to her.

"Do you know that your friend is being overzealous today?" She said, walking near the shredder.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you see, I had a forced date today here in Seattle and I bumped with him on my way home. The impromptu date that your friend and I had is going well, thanks to your great teaching skills but unfortunately, your friend saw this- " She waved a bouquet of flowers to my desk and threw it on a bin near her. "and it somehow trigger some inner possessiveness and jealousy."

"And …?" I trailed off.

"Let's just say he's back to his pre-gentleman stage but much worse."

I groaned, smacking my forehead. "I have a feeling that the impromptu date didn't end well."

"Well, as you may find out sooner or later, my acting skills are quite proficient."

"Acting skills?"

"I faked."

I imagined the scenario, Edward bursting, cursing in the background, while Bella is feigning hurt and tears. Then she slapped him, saying some harsh words, and left him alone. Oh my.

"So are you saying that you 'left' him with a broken heart?" I asked.

"You can say that." She sneered.

"Uh, why are you telling me this?" I questioned.

"You might need to comfort that friend of yours later because he, being all powerful and almighty, will need to stoop so low to win me back. And to accomplish this, I can't do that without a little help."

"Are you asking me to be an inside job?"

"Actually I'm asking you to just get along with the emotional waves of your friend and 'help' him."

"Why are you doing this to him?"

"Don't you want to make that proud, boastful ass of a friend to be a humble gentleman? Besides, I think that's what Mr. Carlisle Cullen wants me for."

I looked away, thinking about it. It's a nice idea.

"So do we have a deal?" She smiled kindly.

"Deal." I smiled back. "So what's our next step?"

"Give me some useless papers that looked very much like this contract so I can shred it. Then, hide this contract and never let Edward see this. Call him and tell him that barge here, crying, shouting and whatever. Don't forget to mention that I shred the contract, too."

I nodded, doing what I'm asked.

"OPERATION: CHANGE EDWARD's BAD TRAITS" We said together, laughing evilly.

So that's what really happened. MWAHHAHA. You see, Bella has a pretty evil mind. ;D

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