Ava POV
Although Jetta and I literally grew up together, I don't think we have any sense of friendship or sisterhood between us.
At an early age, she started hating my mother, and I think her resentment for her included me too, so she really didn't show any speck of affection for me, except when Michael forced her to do so.
But today when I met her in the hallway, the coldness in her eyes was different than the other days, and I knew she was still holding a grudge against me because of the other night.
"You know I thought you were going to be less of a bit.ch than your mother. But I guess the apple doesn't really fall far from the tree, does it?" Jetta uttered, stepping in my way as I tried to walk past her.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I mumbled, gazing into her mad eye
