Disaster!

It's Saturday Morning. 8:36am. I have been in a daze and on a bizarre emotional rollercoaster since... well actually, this time yesterday. I had to pull through and go to school and then work last night but today I have freed up my schedule so I can wallow in my sorrow all day long. I don't think I'll be able to get out of bed. I hate boys. HATE THEM. And hate is a very strong word. So here's what happened at 8:30 yesterday...
I am in a carpool to get to school. It involves three families, all of which went away camping on the weekend. My best guy friend, let's call him Rob, leaps into the car and we chat away, as per usual, before he drops a little bombshell. Here's how the conversation went down:
ME: Get up to anything exciting last night, Rob?
ROB: (All excitedly) Yeah, actually. I helped Pete ask Lauren out last night and now they are officially going out!
(Refresher: Pete is Rob's best mate and Lauren is the girl who was on our camping weekend, but only for a day. She rejected Pete months ago and ever since, Rob and Pete has been very wary of her, being the tight "brothers" that they are. I have a MASSIVE crush on Pete and we had a very flirty weekend with interest coming from both sides. Read my post from two days ago to see just how much he paid *special" attention to me.)
ME: (Devastated) Oh... wow... that's great... hehe... haha.
ROB: Yeah, he asked her on MSN last night.
ME: *silence*

I started off feeling a lot of animosity towards Lauren but now I realise that it's not her fault. It's not her fault Pete flirted with me all weekend. It's not her fault I don't want anyone else to play with my hair but Pete. It's not her fault that Pete apparently finds her infinitely more attractive than me. It's not her fault I was STRUNG ALONG by a stupid silly boy.
I am so SO angry at Pete! How could he do this is to me?! Playing with my hair, feeding me melting marshmallows, play-fighting, sharing drinks, looking after me when I didn't feel well, playing poker with me, flirting ALL WEEKEND LONG!
I feel so stupid for letting him lead me on like that. I feel so used. It's like, for the four days that Lauren wasn't away with us, he was using me as a substitute for her. Every moment that he was quiet and I thought he was looking at me, he was probably thinking about HER and how perfect she is and how he would ask her out when he got home.
I can't believe I let myself foolishly think that he could ever just like me. I'm not blonde, or super-busty, or flat-stomached like Lauren, but I'm not hideous. I'm smart, I can be funny, I'm caring and flirty and I can be fun. What is so wrong with me that I can't find a guy who I like and who also likes me, not just one or the other?!
(It's also not Lauren's fault that I had a fabulous dream last night in which Pete and I were getting married. You know what they say: Date a blonde, marry a brunette... Let's hope against hope that that was some sort of premonition of the future. Please, Dream Gods, make it happen!!)
One of my dear, dear friend's advice was: "He's a guy. He probably just had excess testosterone to blow off and you were the closest target. I'm sorry, honey, I just think he wanted to have a flirt and you were there. Figuratively speaking, he just couldn't keep it in his pants." Devastating stuff, I know, but that's what friends are for- they tell you what you need to, not want to, hear.

I'm gonna go cry into my cereal now. Have a great weekend.
Please comment, I feel so alone.