I looked at Evan’s face and studied him. He looked as if he were going to die of tedium. I wasn’t surprised of his opinion of Stacy Williams, one of his many conquests. After Evan was done with a girl his opinion of her was shot to hell. Girls were missions to him: Get. Screw. Ditch. Complete. In other words, if Evan couldn’t screw her, manipulate her or use her any other way, then the girl was useless to him. It wasn’t a wonder why so many girls fell for his lies and charm. Evan Cartier was a very attractive black seventeen-year-old boy. His smooth and sexy chocolate skin was so appealing. His nice luscious lips were often saying sweet and seductive things to his marks. And to make things even sexier about him, Evan liked to dress nice. No saggy, baggy, oversized jeans and t-shirts for him, he often wore crisp suits, sweaters, sweater vests, anything to make him look professional he wore. Evan was also well put together as he worked out everyday at five. It didn’t hurt that he had a face to fight over. Many girls did actually fight over him. To me, he was just Evan, my stepbrother.
“Still bored?” Evan Cartier, also known as my better half, turned to meWhen you say 'also known as my better half' it sounds awkward. Try rephrasing there.
. “How long do you think before Kurt, our resident dumb basketball star, figures out his ...So here, you're trying to introduce us to Kurt. But if he's going to play a major role in this story, you'll need a better introduction. Saying he's a basketball star in dialogue seems unnatural and forced because obviously they know him. If you want to introduce him, let them talk about him some more, and discuss him.
To me, he was just Evan, my stepbrother.See, if she has feelings for him, she shouldn't be saying this. You need to show their relationship gradually.
“Why am I not surprised to find you two at the center of the chaos?”Question mark here!
also known as my better half
I looked at Evan’s face and studied him. He looked as if he were going to die of tedium. I wasn’t surprised of his opinion of Stacy Williams, one of his many conquests. After Evan was done with a girl his opinion of her was shot to hell. Girls were missions to him: Get. Screw. Ditch. Complete. In other words, if Evan couldn’t screw her, manipulate her or use her any other way, then the girl was useless to him. It wasn’t a wonder why so many girls fell for his lies and charm. Evan Cartier was a very attractive black seventeen-year-old boy. His smooth and sexy chocolate skin was so appealing. His nice luscious lips were often saying sweet and seductive things to his marks. And to make things even sexier about him, Evan liked to dress nice. No saggy, baggy, oversized jeans and t-shirts for him, he often wore crisp suits, sweaters, sweater vests, anything to make him look professional he wore. Evan was also well put together as he worked out everyday at five. It didn’t hurt that he had a face to fight over. Many girls did actually fight over him. To me, he was just Evan, my stepbrother.
minus four kids and the peculiar white maid.