You Work On a Smile and you go for a ride. You had a Bad Day.

My group of friends is tearing itself apart. I shall say no more because I'm freaking sick of it all. As well as most of them.

This morning I got to miss the first 3 periods of school (the fun ones) to get an MRI. I was told it wouldn't take long.
It took a freaking hour.
I was told it would be painless.
Here's where it gets complicated. The process itself was painless, but after lying still for almost an hour, my muscles started tightening and I felt the most excruciating pain I've ever felt in my life. It was all over me. The only minor distractions that I had were the extremely loud knocking and beeping and buzzing and high-pitched and bongo and ocarina and....strangely rhythmic noises that came at random intervals. My awareness almost completely left me. Before we started, the doctor gave me a thing that was plugged into the MRI machine and told me to squeeze it if I was in pain or scared. I guess I must have done it involuntarily because I suddenly heard his voice on a speaker, but the only words I could hear through my screen of confused subconsciousness and pain were "scan" and "all right." To recalibrate which part of my spine was being scanned, the doctor had to come into the room and momentarily pull the bed out again. After this incident, he pulled me out and I started trying to ask if I could get up, but I couldn't speak. My words were incoherent. I tried to sit up while I tried to talk, but found that I was so stiff that I couldn't move. "Only about 10 more minutes," he said as he began to move the bed back into the tube. Some of my awareness began to come back to me. 'Ok, 10 minutes. I can do this. I just need to think about something good to pass the time. Now...what could I think about?' The first thing that came to mind:

Antony.

Last week, I had a full week. I could only go out to dismissal once, and that one time was on Thursday. By then, something had happened.
He no longer waited for me to come outside and sit next to him. He didn't seem to take any notice of me at all.
He just sat there talking to Parker.
And that's how it's been. As far as I know, it's only been four days, but it feels so much longer.
So, so much longer...
He used to smile at me.
Between 3rd and 4th period, we always pass each other in the hallway, and almost every day he would look directly at me and smile and nod.
Directly at me.
I told Chris about it today at dismissal, and he read me this quote: Rather be lonely in love, than alive with you and dead.
Yeah. Right.
He said "So, what, he just doesn't want to talk to you anymore?"
Me: Yeah, kinda...
Chris: Oh... What happened?
I looked down. I spoke in hardly a voice at all. It was an almost silent whimper of "I don't know."
I'm not his girlfriend, or anything. He's allowed to have friends other than me. And I'm trying to tell myself this, hoping that these truths will resolve my issues, but...
I just miss it. I miss how he made me laugh and the sound of his voice and how I could never stop smiling when he talked to me and how it felt like...no one else was around... I miss that sense of value he gave me. I miss feeling visible.
Aside from all that, why is this such a big deal? My friends seem to care about me more now (or at least a couple. The rest have either stayed the same [which may not be bad] or just don't give a crap about me at all)...and I haven't felt like I'm a conversational medium lately...but...maybe I'm...no...is this...some kind of...impossible......
Love?