Woman & Arrests

So this girl I've been feeling has been playing games with my feelings...and this IS NOT COOL. I've been feeling her for awhile, I've let her know how I've felt, and she said she feels the same to me. so we get back from break and we talk and I'm glad it wasnt awkward. We exchange Christmas presents (both of us spending around 50 bucks on each other) and things couldn't be better. The next day we go to a party for a football player's birthday. The party is actually a lot of fun, but this girl is not acting the same, which i notice immediately. So me and my buddy leave and walk back to my dorm. We are both pretty drunk, so we sit down in the hall and he tells me that this girl is not into me and doesn't like me the way I like her. I'm not too happy about this, so when she finally gets back from the party, i tell her that I'm mad at her and leave it at that. So the next day i find out that she spent the night with the football player whose birthday party it was. They didn't have sex or anything to the extent of this. This dude is cut, and has an athletic body but he's ugly as fuck and is a black guy with red hair (still don't get how that happened). This really bothers me; so the next night I go out needing to forget about her so I start drinking, still pissed off and still thinking about her, i continue drinking till about 3 o'clock in the morning. I am helped back to my dorm by one of my buddies and as I'm walking back to my room, i fell the urge to puke. So I rush to the bathroom and proceed to puke twice, only twice. While on the toilet I guess my R.A. stopped by and knocked on the stall...I didn't answer. So he goes and calls the cops (concerned with my well being) He then comes back a second time and knocks; this time I answer. He asks me if I'm alright and I say "ya, I'm fine, I'm going back to my room now". I guess when he knocked that second time, the cops were already on their way up the stairs. A few seconds later I get another knock on the stall door, its the cops, so I answer and they ask me if I'm ok, and if I've had a few too many tonight. They proceeded to ask me a bunch of questions, none of which I can remember. I figured they were going to search me, so instead of hiding it, I took out the unopened beer I had in my pocket and gave it to them. This is the thing that most likely got me arrested. So they put me in cuffs and put me in the back of the cop car. I spent the night in the drunk tank and in the morning I called a cab for a ride home since none of my friends could come and get me. I get back and its like a million questions, a million jokes ha ha all really funny and annoying. I spent the rest of that day in a miserable hungover phase. The next day I'm back to talking to the girl (remind you, she has hurt me and led me on already) so we are talking for awhile, alone...and we kiss, it felt like a million loads were taken off my chest. She spends the night in my bed that night. No sex, just more kissing and making out. I feel like she is really into me and is feeling me. The next day she tells me that the football player tried to have sex with her after only hanging out with her for two or three days. This really upsets her and I console her as would anyone who would like this girl. I ask her about it and she says that she still had feelings for this douche bag, player, asshole. I ask her what our kiss meant then...she responds "you were just consoling me". This is now the second time I've been hurt by her leading me on. So I'm back to talking to her the next day, stupid me. The asshole has stopped talking to her and started talking to his ex-girlfriend. Once again, I console her, but this time I tell her, that I'm not just her crutch for when this asshole isn't there, and that I have feelings for her. We kissed heavily and spent the night in the same bed for 5 consecutive nights. So last night we went out to a new club that opened up, it looked fun but took awhile to get started. So we went to a small frat party. She had a few drinks, but I didn't drink. I watched her play beer pong and it wasn't too bad. We go back to the club (which is basically 95% black people). She sees the asshole douche bag as soon as we walk in. This basically ruins her night; and I feel bad for her. So she wants to make him jealous so shes dancing up on all these guys, constantly looking over at him. I'm just standing there all by myself, holding her jacket, looking like a jackass. I wasn't upset that she was dancing on guys because we aren't dating and that's one of the parts of being single. I got mad simply because I was bored as fuck, she was uncomfortable yet wouldn't leave and yet every single time I started dancing with her, another guy would come up and start dancing with her. I stood there for maybe two hours watching her dance and holding her coat. I would ask her if we could leave and she would always respond, give me a minute. so I'd wait and wait and wait and wait. I finally manage to get out of there around 2 o'clock in the morning when a fight broke out and the club closed. We walked back, her pissed off at me, me pissed off at everything. I finally ask her what I am to her and if she likes me or not, she responds "I don't know". At least it is somewhat of an answer. But to me, it is an answer of "NO, I don't like you, at least until I can get over him". This guy is such your typical player. Can get with any chick he wants and he knows it. He's on a full scholarship and yet he acts like he's king of the fucking world. She knows she shouldn't like him, but she says "her feelings can't change over night". I try and understand, but if she still feels this way towards him, why does she kiss me and spend the night with me. I need to stop trying to understand women...period.