How Movellas Changed My Life

*To Niall, the bestest, kindest, most patient friend I have ever had. As long as I live, I shall never forget you.* When Clover, shy and quiet fourteen-year-old hears of Movellas, she finds out she actually has a talent for writing. Movellas becomes her life. But how will her ex-popular friend Helen cope with this sudden surge in popularity for Clover? Will she be pleased or will she do her best to sabotage her reputation on Movellas?


23. Some Friend! Danté's Point Of View

The next morning I was lying in Clover's bed with an arm around her. I was pretending to be asleep so she wouldn't notice me watching her. She had her laptop on her knee. I noticed a Skype request appear on the screen. I stiffened with a mix of nerves and anger as Clover clicked accept.

Helen said hello with so much smug joy that I wanted to grab the laptop and throw it against the wall. Instead, I justed clenched and unclenched my fingers to vent my anger slightly. She gloated about the "gift" she'd left on Clover's blog on Movellas and I snapped. I was sick of the shitty way she was treating Clover after all she'd done for her. I jumped up and gave her a few choice words until Clover calmed me down. I decided that she was right and that I wasn't going to give Helen the satisfaction of getting angry. She yawned and remarked on how upset we were getting. Clover asked her what she wanted and she responded with,

"I had a threesome and it was great. I just thought you babies should know. I take it you aren't brave enough to have sex yet."

I scoffed at how stupid she was.

"We're not stupid enough to lose our virginity at 14, you idiot."

She rolled her eyes and replied, not at all annoyed at my comment,

"Whatever. You should check your blog again Clover." Clover stared at the monitor and simply asked,

"Who are you?" This must have struck a chord with Helen as she responded with a voice like acid, saying,

"Oh grow up Clover. We don't all live in a happy-happy world where everything's perfect and we have boyfriends who love us and are great on Movellas." Clover commented on how jealous Helen was and she just rolled her eyes and logged off.

Clover logged onto Movellas and was horrified to see a blog entry saying "My best friend Helsey101 should take all the credit for my work - she writes them." I was positively seething at the pure nerve and jealousy of the she-beast that was Helen Parks. Clover quickly deleted the comment. I pulled her into a tight hug and after a lot of deliberation about Helen, we got dressed and headed down for breakfast.



Later that evening, we were in Brianna and Bronwyn-Anne's room playing their version of truth or dare with the neighbours. We had been shopping all day. Clover must have sensed my boredom and, even though I was bored, I still had a good day, strolling, hand in hand with Clover through the shops.

The bottle landed on Clover and her lips started twitching as she took an apprehensive sip from her can of coke. She picked dare and was dared by Bronwyn-Anne to go five minutes in the closet (in this case, en-suite bathroom) with me.

She sighed frustratedly but went along with it as she rarely refused a dare. She got up and lead me by the hand to the bathroom and just as the door closed, I decided to take advantage of the privacy and brought my lips passionately to Clover's. We were snogging hungrily until, much too soon, there was a knock on the door and a voice saying,

"Times up!"

We fixed ourselves and, depressed and longing for another five minutes, walked back into the bedroom.

The game turned out to be pretty embarrassing. Clover's cousin Charlie requested a pass to play, probably to see how extreme the dares became. We all blushed when Brianna asked when, where and to whom she'd lost her virginity.

Eventually, the bottle landed on me and I chose truth. I had to sum up Clover in five words and picked: fun, loving, awesome, caring and kind. I smiled and had to stifle a laugh when I noticed Clover swooning.


After a few hours, Clover announced that we were tired and we were going to bed. I was secretly relieved because I dont think I'd ever blushed so much in one night.

We just about made it up the 4 flights of stairs to our floor and I didn't object when Clover lead me into her room. I sat on the bed while she got changed in the bedroom. She emerged from the bedroom wearing her silk nightdress. When she lay down on her bed, I immediately rolled over beside her and kissed her passionately. Soon enough, we were snogging aggressively while she was lying on top of me in an embrace tight enough to crack a walnut. (not a euphemism) Afterwards, we talked about how obnoxious and immature Helen was getting. We eventually settled at: she's a jealous bitch and not worth our friendship.

We both drifted off to dreamland, comfortable and contented in eachother's company.


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