Oh, high school. How I missed thee... wait, no I didn't. I couldn't wait to get out of there, that's right.
Drama queens, attentionwhores, idiots and morons.
To you I say "Funk 'em." Sit where you want. If they give you grief, feel free to tell them "I'm sorry, some guy named 'diseased' on the internet told me that it's best I not talk to you simply because anything I say will be woven into your psychotic little web of paranoid drama. In closing, I wouldn't cross the street to urinate on you to put you out were you on fire. Please feel free to stop breathing as you're consuming far too much of my oxygen. Good-bye."
Failing that, I recommend duct tape.
But then, I always recommend duct tape.