My name is Carter Peterson. And I'm from Highland Park, a neighborhood of Dallas. People automatically want to be my friend because of who my dad is. He's the founder of a huge law firm in Dallas called Peterson and Parker. He's become very successful, which means that I also benefit from his success.
All my life I've had everything handed to me, from the best house to the best car or electronics. But it never really made me happy because that was all my dad's doing. I've always liked to do things on my own.
I am 19 years old and have just started college at SMU, Southern Methodist University. It's here in town and has a really good program in what I'm looking for, architecture. That's right I want to build buildings. But not just any type. I want to build Skyscrapers. My grandfather want an architect, he would build homes in the area for rich people who wanted everything perfect. But he is my inspiration to becoming Dallas's best skyscraper builder.
I've always had a good sized group of friends. But after graduation most of them moved to go to college. And lucky me I'm the only one I know that's going to SMU. I don't know how I'm going to make new friends because I am one of the most socially awkward people the world has ever seen. I think I've told you everything there is to know about me. Other than one thing. The fact that I'm gay.
I always knew I was different. But it took me until the summer before sophomore year of high school to realize how i was different. Sure I dated girls, but none of the relationships seemed right in my mind. I've never had a boyfriend. How could I if I couldn't tell my parents because they hate gays.
I came out to my friends at school and everyone was super supportive and most of them said something like "we already know" or "took you long enough to tell us".
I just wish that my parents could understand that it doesn't change anything. I'm still the son they raised and loved from 19 years. But I doubt they will ever understand.
I've been at school for a month now and I have to say I'm adjusting to college life pretty well. I like all my classes and haven't run into anyone that wants to beat me up and steal my lunch money. But I've began to make some friends. This guy named Nathan is really cool. He's in my english class. We've hung out to work on homework together. He's pretty tall, around 6 foot 1, yet skinny. At most he probably weighs 140 lbs. But who am I to judge.
I'm 5 foot 9 and 185 lbs. But that's not from food. That's from years of going to the gym almost everyday for about 2 hours. Hard work really does pay off because if I do say myself I have a pretty nice body. Not only am I muscular, but I also have the type of skin that everybody wants. No acne or blackheads. And very easy to get tan.
People growing up would always be jealous because while they would have terrible acne, my skin would be as clear as ever and would be the most beautiful golden color. To top that off my naturally dark brown hair really did my face pretty good. But it didn't get better until I dyed it platinum blond. Now my wavy hair, that's long on the top and short on the sides, really frames my face.
But back to school talk. So far Nathan is my closest friend, which is fine by me because he is the type of person that I would normally befriend anyways. We were kind of forced to be friends due to an english project. But it turned out for the better.
One day I was going to one of my multiple math classes, and I sat down in my normal spot. Then I realized something is off that normally isn't. It took me a few seconds to realize that the usually vacant seat diagonal from me, was filled by someone. I glanced over my shoulder to look at the clock on the back wall of the classroom and as I turned back around my eyes met with the most beautiful color blue eyes. It's like someone put sapphires in his eyes. His strong jawline was still easy to be seen through his slight beard.
His short hair was the most beautiful shade of white anyone could ever achieve, obviously from a skilled hair dresser. He wore a light grey hoodie that was obviously a little too small for his huge arms. And I mean huge.
I was always proud of the work I had put in to get my biceps to the size they are, but mine dwarfed in comparison to his. His skin was the most beautiful skin I had ever seen. His olive skin had an undertone of gold and I felt I was looking at a Greek god. The last thing I saw were his big, juicy, plump lips. They looked so soft and kissable.
That's all I wanted to do in that moment. We must've been staring at each other for what felt like years. But it ended with the sound of the professor starting class and he turned around.
I couldn't concentrate that class period. The teacher was going on about equations, but they all went in one ear and out the other. All I would do was stare at the back of this beautiful person's head. I decided that at the end of class I was going to go up and talk to him. I don't know why I thought that was going to be a good idea, but it seemed best.
When class ended I started packing up my books and papers when out of the corner of my eye I saw him standing there, at the corner of my desk.
As I stood up he moved back to give me room to stand, But after that he just looked at me and finally, kind of blurted out,"Hi, I'm Matt. What's your name."
I responded with, "I'm Carter. I couldn't help but noticing that this is your first day in this class."
He said "Yeah. I just transferred here from LSU. I decided that I didn't like it there after all and SMU was my second choice, so I transferred." After a long pause he said, "Do you think that you would be willing to show me around the campus and Dallas. This is my first time in Dallas so I have no idea where the best places to go are. Or frankly where anything is."
I said, "Sure. I grew up here so if anyone would be a good guide around the city, it's me. This was my last class of the day so I can show you around right now if you want."
"Sure. That sounds great."
"Alright well if you're gonna see the city, you gotta do it in style, so we'll take my car. Follow me"
"Fine with me"
We made it to the parking garage that I always park in. We went up to the third floor where I parked today and rounded the corner and I said "Well here she is. My one and only Stephanie" I could practically see his eyes falling out of his head as he stopped in his tracks and stared, with mouth open and everything, at my car.
"That is your car. The one right there" he said.
"Yep. she's been mind ever since I turned 18. It was my birthday present from my dad."
"But it's a Bentley. How can your dad just give you a Bentley for your birthday."
"He's kind of rich. It's easy to give your kid a really nice car when you're a big shot lawyer. Do you still want that tour or are you ever gonna get in the car." I said as I opened my door and got in.
He opened his door, and like he was going to break it, carefully got in and buckled up. "I'm gonna stop by Starbucks, do you want anything." He shook his head, obviously still shocked at my car, but I wasn't dones surprising him. I still had one more trick up my sleeve.
When we got out of the parking garage and at the street it didn't take us long to have to stop at a stop light. " Whew. It's a really nice day outside." Matt agreed with a nod of his head. I then pressed a button on the ceiling of the car and then the roof magically started to retract into the trunk of the car. The look on Matt's face was priceless. I understand that I have a really nice car, but with growing up with rich people my whole life, I had never really gotten that reaction from someone.
Once we got our coffee I started showing him around campus, starting with what buildings his classes were in. Then I showed him around all the "hot spots" on campus such as the famous SMU diner. We stopped and got some lunch where we talked about our upbringings.
Turns out he's from a little town called Maskerville, Illinois. His parents got divorced when he was 7, and shortly after his mom died, leaving him with only one parent.
I can't imagine what that must have been like. First going through a divorce, then a parent dying. It must've been heartbreaking to have lived through. He told me about his younger brother, Steven, and younger sister , Amanda. From what he said about them, they seem like cool people.
