Same shitty apartments. Premium price-tags. Access to the best public school in the city.
I’d do anything for my sister. Even if it means taking some questionable side jobs to afford an apartment on the North side of Kings Court.
But I’m not interested in playing nice with the new neighbor.
Alec can pretend he’s one of us all he wants—I know a pair of designer jeans when I see them. I don’t need anything from a guy like that. And as far as I’m concerned, he can take his hero complex and shove it.