When Neva Álvarez moves to Queens, she's merely biding her time between bartending and dodging her brother's phone calls before her final year at NYU, and with the summer dwindling to an end, it's difficult not to find herself drawn to her new next...
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❝maybe all this is the party, maybe the tears and the highs we breathe. maybe all this is the party, maybe we just do it violently.❞ — lorde, liability (reprise)
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|| SEX AND DRUGS CLASH IN THIS UNCUT STORY, FOREVER BOUND BY COCAINE KISSES ||
When Neva Álvarez moves to Queens, she's merely biding her time between bartending and dodging her brother's phone calls before her final year at NYU, but with the summer dwindling to an end, it's difficult not to find herself drawn to her new next-door neighbors and their wild lifestyle.
Suddenly, too quickly to stop, Neva is thrown into a tumultuous affair with drugs, left desperately trying to navigate too many bad decisions that threaten to bring an intimate cocaine kingdom down into ice-cold chaos.
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for anyone who has been addicted — to anything
for anyone who has been shamed for exploring and embracing their sexuality
for anyone who still thinks the bad boy next door is enticing
for anyone who makes reckless, impulsive, shitty decisions like me
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｛You never, never, never need to be afraid to talk to me. I am always a PM away.｝
I'll be honest. I'm nervous to post this.
This is my April 2019 Camp NaNoWriMo project.
I started this offline during my break from Wattpad. I went through some fucked up things in March that inspired this and I didn't feel completely comfortable sharing it yet. Honestly, I'll probably never feel comfortable telling people what parts are loosely based and what parts are completely real.
BUT. In my messy, drug-induced stint from Wattpad, I decided to write this story. I wrote a lot of it... not sober.
This is full of really shitty decisions, guys. Life... is full of really shitty decisions.
The bad boy next door is almost always a shitty decision. Don't let Wattpad fool you.
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When I say uncut, I mean uncut.
So if you're uncomfortable with cursing, explicit sex, drug use or abuse, please don't continue. This is a story about addiction and casual sex and feeling so fucking lost. Any slut-shaming or insensitive comments will be deleted.
There will be Spanish in this story. All translations will be in the comments.
If you've read CBA or EBA, you should know how I roll by now.
I write gritty, realistic, dark stories. With hot Latinos and trashy apartments. Filled with drugs and sex and violence and shitty people. Based in New York City, inspired by my own experiences.
