The Ring of Time

Crestfallen, you drag your heels to English class. This is beginning you resemble your REAL time in high school FAR more than you were hoping for.

You head into your English classroom, which was apparently as far from your homeroom as was physically possible, and notice that the inordinate amount of poking you were doing getting here has set you back a bit in seat selection. The only three remaining desks are one in the middle of what appears to be a cluster of hot chicks, one in front of a couple jocks near the back of the room, and one (oh, geez) right behind Darren. What will you do?