Hopeless? Or, not?

This story starts when a girl (who was actually me) likes a boy and asked him to dance. He said that he would dance with her. When the song came that the two were supposed to dance to came, he was dancing with another girl. The girl was heart-broken! She didn't know what to say so she just slid down on the floor in her $150.00 dress. When her friends came around she told them and they all went to yell at him. Even this one boy who jokingly calls her his "girlfriend" yelled at him. And last but definatley not least the girl yelled at him. Then at then end of the dance she yelled at him again. When the girl was in her car she saw him again she yelled at him one last time. The who entire week the girl stared him down. But then she stoped; she talked to him a bit and left him alone. Then he started talking back. That is where it is now. He is Matt. She is me, Kristyn. Kristyn's friends are Ilana (ilana but capitalize the in the beginning), Katie, Kwer, and Amanda. Matt's friends are Josh, Barry, Sean, and Ben. This is where truth ends and fiction begins.