How'd We End Up This Way, See Me Nervously Pulling At My Clothes And Trying To Look Busy? And You're Doing Your Best To AVOID ME...

...I thought that no matter what happened, The Fray would always be right. You know, "He will do one of two things, he will admit to everything or he'll say he's just not the same and you'll begin to wonder why you came." How To Save A Life, anyone? (Loving that song right now. It is PERFECT. I think The Fray is really just a group of musically gifted psychics who had foreseen this exact same thing happening to me.)

They must have forgotten about the third option.

I'm talkin' absolute, blatantly obvious AVOIDANCE.

Wednesday:
"Hey BGF, will you meet me in the band room? I have to talk to you."
"Sure, okay."

He doesn't come. I think, "Oh, I asked him at like, 7 in the morning. He was probably 75% asleep and just forgot."

So.
Thursday:
"Hey BGF, will you meet me in the band room during our TA time?"
"Yeah, I think I can do that."

He doesn't come. I think, "WTF?!"

So.
Friday:
"HEY BGF, WHEN I SAY 'COME TO THE BAND ROOM DURING TA TIME,' I ACTUALLY MEAN 'COME TO THE BAND ROOM DURING TA TIME!!!!'"
"Why? I don't see the point. I never get around there anyway, and it's a lot of fun in the conference room with [all his friends], and I don't get why you can't just talk to me here!" (this is said in a tone of utter annoyance, BTW)

....

....

I am still trying to process this, just so you know.

Here's what I've managed to grasp so far:
- he is terrified of a confrontation
- I am determined to confront him
- I am so determined, I ended up crying at school. During TA time. When he was not there.
- I don't know what to do now. My plan was for the rest of my life to fall into place according to whichever one of the two options mentioned by The Fray he picked!

What do I do now?! I HAVE TO talk to him! Je dois parler à mon joueur de piano! I need this conversation to happen. And...I have no clue how to proceed.

Not.

A.

Clue.