In the middle of history class, I f

In the middle of history class, I felt a pen cap stab me in the back. I whipped my head around, annoyed, because he had hit one of my newer bruises. Between Connor's shoving and Luke's random jabs, I was starting to feel like there was a target painted there.
“What?” I hissed.
“This class sucks,” Luke mumbled, sticking me with his pen again.
"Luke Bennett, if you poke me with your pen one more time, I swear I will make sure you never get breakfast at my house again. And even if you cry, I won't care," I said under my breath.
“Don't be so dramatic, Rory." He stifled a yawn. "I’m gonna take a nap. Let me copy your notes later.”
“If you get caught sleeping again, Mr. Grant is going to throw you in detention,” I whispered.
Luke ignored me, resting his face in his textbook. I wasn't surprised to find that it wasn’t even opened to the right page. Before long, I could hear the soft sound of his snoring.
I was just about to turn around and wake him up when the door to the classroom opened. Everyone's heads automatically swiveled towards the direction of the door and we all watched a guy stroll in. He walked towards Mr. Grant and handed him a piece of paper.
Murmurs of 'who's that?' and 'he must be new!' traveled around the classroom.
Mr. Grant said something to the newcomer and then announced, “Class, this is Seth Parker. Mr. Parker just moved here from Arizona. Take some time out of your painfully busy schedules to introduce yourselves. But do it on your own time as to not disturb my class. Would you like to say a few words to your new classmates?"
He gave the room a quick sweep with his eyes. "Hey.