I followed Ivory into the bathroom. She was studying herself in the mirror, almost like she was searching for flaws.

Both of our flaws were buried deep within us.

"Hey, Ivory? Why don't you try apologizing?"

She turned around and glared. "She hates you, too. Why pretend you're better than me?"

"I'm not," I said. "This past week just made me realize what's more important."