The stooges are not a problem, just an example of how he's almost always too crowded or busy to be with me. I actually like them and one of them is a good friend of mine, but when I approach them at school I'm not there to talk to them, if you get my drift.
Damn, your comment left me with no rest all night, and adding the terrible colics that attacked me at dawn, I felt awful at morning. I'm too afraid about this theory, I love him so much and he's made me so happy at times that to think this has just been a dirty lie to get in my pants makes me want to die. Not that I'm a suicide or anything, over time I've learn to appreciate life and try my best to conserve it, but I've felt used before (by him, actually, though I think it was all in my drama-filled head) and it sucks monkeyballs.
And.. something just happened. A friend and I were going to the caffeteria for some snacks and he saw some guy he had something to talk about, so while I'm waiting I see the owner of my heart sitting on a table with a group of friends. I think "what the heck, let's give it a try", and I go and stand besides a friend sitting on the same side my mate is. I'm waiting for the same cold stare but out of nowhere he starts telling me about some weird song he wrote for a school work, all laughing and joking. For some second I'm like "WTF is going on here" but why would I complain? I sit near to him and listen to his story. The friend I was accompaning to the caffeteria calls my name and I turn around to look for him, my hand lands near my lover's and he takes it o_o; by his own means! I don't get a thing about what's going on... I feel happy but with a strange saddness still in me. He also said he loves me out loud, enjoying my flustered expressions every time he said it (I'm kind of shy when expressing my love to someone, but just to someone I really love in a romantic way).
It felt really good to be by his side for the whole hour the break lasted, and in the end he waved goodbye with a smile and a "I love you". But the truth is I don't want this to continue this way... Why did he suddenly acted so natural and loving? Will he do it again? Meaning the indiference... As much as I may act like one, I'm not a toy, much less a sex toy. I don't want him changing his mind about giving me or not the love I deserve and need, because if he continues that way I'm either gonna go crazy or doing some fucked up stuff (my classroom is in a second floor, and when my first class ended I suddenly felt like jumping. Fortunately I barely do pay attention to spontaneous thoughs like this one any more).
I hope you're wrong, too.