Disgusted!

Hugo stood frozen in the middle of the library, his legs feeling like jelly. His brain was a battlefield of indecision.

He couldn't decide whether to approach the table or turn around and make a run for it. Should he go over and face her? Or should he turn around and bolt for the exit?

He started pacing in his head, as though holding an imaginary courtroom to debate his fate. 

'Okay, let's think. If I run away, I avoid all the awkwardness. No Emily, no reliving my worst nightmare, no Ass Dragon flashbacks. But...' his thoughts darkened.

'I'll definitely fail the test tomorrow. And failing means retaking the course. It's like choosing between jumping into lava now or getting shoved into lava later.'

He paused dramatically, even in his mind. 'But if I go over there... Oh man, what if she remembers me? What if she's sitting there right now, thinking, 'Hey, wasn't he that guy who farted like a trumpet during orientation?''