True Love?

Chapter 1

Riley
(A/n Riley is a dude)

Starting 11th grade is hard. When you're starting 11th grade at a new school where you don't know a single person is even harder.
I sat in my classroom and stared at the board. I was finding it more and more difficult to make lemonade out of life's lemons when I didn't have sugar and water. 2 months ago my dad left. Just walked out and we haven't heard a thing since. My mom wanted a better job, so she moved me and my little sister Emmy out to Ketchum, Idaho.
If it wasn't bad enough already, Ketchum is tiny. Like, population 1000, maybe.
Anyway I was sitting in a pretty standard classroom. There were 3 rows of 4 desks, each meant for 2 people. There was a white board at the front and a teachers desk on the right side. The board said Mrs. Drawlings.
The door opened and three girls walked in laughing. The first was the tallest, she had curly almost black hair and eyes that matched, and her skin was a olive and tanned. The second was slightly shorter. She had a lighter tan and blue eyes. Her blonde hair hung just past her shoulders and she was giggling at something one of them had said. They were all pretty but for some reason I found the last one most attractive. She was the same height as the blonde girl but had brownish red hair, freckles covered every inch of her skin that I saw, and her eyes were bright blue. I suddenly realized why she looked so pretty, her smile. It seemed to stretch across her whole face, showing at least 10 white teeth, it made her glow with happiness.
I hadn't ever seen this girl, and I already knew I would do whatever it took to keep that smile on her face.
The blonde snorted at something, earning her a punch on the arm and an eye roll from the one with the big smile.
The curly haired one laughed and pointed at the seating chart. They walked over to it. All three of them frowned when they realized they weren't sitting near each other, I'm guessing.
Curly hair pointed at a seat across the room. Blonde hair pointed at a seat two rows ahead of me. Big smile pointed at me, no, at the seat next to me.
Looks like things are finally going my way, I thought.