You and Lottie sit on her bed, knees touching while you blab to her about your latest break up. It only lasted a week - your shortest - and you were in shock at how many failed relationships you've been through in the past year. You didn't understand it. Why couldn't you just end up happy for once in your life? You'd be happy with Lottie, you think, but you have no idea if she actually likes you back. She's been giving you mixed signals since the day you met her. Hence the reason why you try and swallow your feelings and be with other girls. But it never works out.

“You’re always getting your heart broken.” Lottie mutters, playfully shoving your shoulder before hopping off her bed and over to the mirror to fix her hair.

She looks so goddamn pretty, you think.

“I wouldn’t be getting my heart broken if someone knew how to read the signs.” you whisper, low enough so that Lottie couldn't hear.

But she did. You watch as she makes eye contact with you through the mirror, turning back towards you with an unreadable expression on her face

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she crosses her arms in the way that always melts your heart.