Hello to all my dear readers… here is the thirteenth chapter of Ghosts Equal to BOYFRIEND-STEALERS!…Hope it's good.

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THIRTEEN

BLACKMAIL

Jason's POV

I can't believe I actually believed Andrea's good-girl behavior. I am so naïve. I mean, how could I ever believe that a bitch like her could actually turn over a new leaf? It's unbelievable, I tell you.

Today, she did something so rotten that I didn't know even she could stoop to. I doing squats in our home gym when she showed up to plague me again.

"Oh no," I said under my breath, when she materialized. "What do you want now?"

"Shut up and listen to me." Andrea replied in a surprisingly snappy tone.

"Stop throwing your attitude in my face and piss off out of our lives. Permanently."

Andrea sneered. "Oh, if your girlfriend's life is so bloody precious to you, you will listen to what I'm saying, pretty boy. And you will listen carefully."

I crossed my arms and looked sideward. "Speak," I said, not taking her words too seriously.

But her reply made me jerk my head forward and LISTEN to her. "Unless you go out with me," she smirked smugly. "I will do something to your girlfriend – soon to be ex-girlfriend, of course, if you value her life at all – which will make you wish you were never born."

I went pale and grimaced. That bitch. I didn't know how to reply. "WHADDYA WANT!" I screamed finally, absolutely at the end of my patience. She had frustrated me beyond toleration point.

Her calm reply only infuriated me further. "Well, what do I want, you ask? I think my little request is quite simple: I. Want. You. To. Dump. Your. Girlfriend. And. Go. Out. With. Me."

"I HATE you!" I screamed. "Why the hell are you bent on ruining my freaking life?!"

"Oh," said Andrea, crossing her arms. "I see the li'l problem. So you don't quite have a fondness for me. Well, that, I guess, is just too bad for you. Since you have your girlfriend's life to save and all…"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!" I shouted, clutching my aching head. Usually, a ghost wouldn't make me go hysterical like this – it wouldn't make me lose control at all – but this was concerning OLIVIA. And the very thought of Olivia coming to the littlest harm would do me in.

I was about to tell Andrea to kiss my ass, but then suddenly, for some weird reason, Father Dom's words popped into my head. If you truly love something, let it go. If it is meant to be, it will come back to you.

"Look," snapped Andrea. "Just do it, okay? And if you tell her why you're dumping her, you can consider that the end for both of you."

By now, my head was throbbing like someone was hammering a nail into my cerebrum. "Fine." I said finally, trying not to sound icy for the sake of Father D. "Give me a week."

"No way, José!" Andrea spat. "A week? That is way too much! I am giving you no more than two days. And trust me when I say I'm being generous, at that."

I thought better not to argue, however angry I might be. This totally sucked. "All right. But then don't bother me until the day after tomorrow."

"Fine." Andrea said, icily. "The day after tomorrow. I'll be back. And if you haven't dumped her unt –"

"Shut up," I cut her off. "And disappear. I'll do it."

Andrea turned her nose into the air and dematerialized.

Olivia's POV

Next day

I pranced out of my bedroom into the living room, where Jason was waiting to take me out to the movies. We were going to watch Blood and Wine, the coolest new movie on vampires.

"Hey Jas!" I sang, frisking across to Jason and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Okay. You're probably wondering why I'm using words like 'prance' and 'frisk'. Well, a clue: I was HAPPY. I mean, this was the best thing that had ever happened to me in the sixteen years of my life!!!!!!

But when I kissed Jason, he just stared ahead with a stone-cold look on his face, like he was in some kind of a trance. Instantly worried, I asked, "Jason, what's wrong?"

"N-N-Nothing," said Jason, looking at me and putting on a fake smile. "Hi."

I frowned. "Nothing's not wrong," I said. "Tell me, Jason."

"Look," he said. "Everything's fine, okay? Just…let's go."

I sighed. "All right. Let's go."

As we went out to his car, sat and drove towards the cinema, I was still thinking about why he was acting so strange. He barely spoke to me through the journey, which is doubly odd, since neither of us can ever shut up…we're such chatterboxes.

We saw the movie in silence, hardly interacting in any manner. In fact I think the only interaction was "Want some popcorn?" Talk about depressing.

Afterward, we went to the coffee shop in the multiplex to eat something. When we came out, I tried to kiss him, but when our lips were just about to meet, he turned his head away so my lips stopped at his cheek. He quickly dropped my hand, which he had been holding. He pushed his fingers through his hair, looking worried and flustered. "Sorry," he gushed.

I just stared back.

We started for home in the same deafening, horrible silence. Suddenly, the car jerked to a stop. Jason shut his eyes tight, then opened them with his teeth gritted. "Fuck!" he screamed, banging his hand against the steering wheel in anger.

"Jason!" I said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Nothing," he grumbled. "We're out of gas."

"Oh. Well, the gas station is just a few yards away. Let's push the car."

"Fine."

So we both got out of the car, and went to each taillight. As I was tying up my hair, Jason walked up to me expressionlessly. I doubled my scrunchy around my ponytail for the last time and smiled at him. Suddenly, he surprised me by wrapping his arms around my hips, giving me a gentle but firm push and kissing me with an immense amount of passion. I gripped his tanned neck with both my arms tightly as I kissed back. He clutched me harder and lifted me off the ground.

Finally, after at least a whole minute, he released me. We were both breathing hard.

"I love you." I said, suddenly.

Jason stared at me. "I…I love you, too."

I smiled and melted into his waiting arms. "Oh, Jason."

He kissed my forehead softly.

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