Is it me?

I'm sitting in the library and Spotty Scratching Boy keeps staring over at me from the seat to my right. YES, I can see you. YES, I am faking this intense 'What-does-that-mean-no,-that-there-on-the-screen' look on my face so I can avoid eye contact with you.

Why do all the crazies locate me to perch and wheeze next to?