A Shakespearean Observation

I think the boy sitting two seats down from me in my Shakespeare class has been ostracised. He is one of our resident theatre kids. There are five of them in this class, they all sit in the back corner and laugh at all the nerdy theatre jokes they make. All up until Wednesday.
On Wednesday, the pale, boyish looking young man sat two seats down from me at the end of the row, the furthest distance away from the others. He had arrived early today, and as the others walked into class, there were no exchanged greetings, eye contact was avoided by both parties. He sits, keeping his eyes on the Othello manuscript. A girl sits next to him, he says hello. He returns to the text.