So remember that awkward little incident from the other day? Turns out it end there.
Remember the married guy who's lap your head was cradled in?
You run into him on campus.
(I'm not exaggerating people. I see him just about every day. This boy either has a schedule that's freakishly close to mine, or he's taken up following me around... which I doubt.)
So now every time you see him, he smiles and waves while inside he's thinking, "Oh hi. You're that one girl who intruded my personal space with her head." While you're thinking, "Ummm... I thought that if I started sitting at the back of that class I'd have less confrontation with you. Clearly I was mistaken."