JJ raised his eyebrows at her, but gave a shrug anyway. "Maybe." At the rate she cut class and just didn't give a fuck, it probably was less them and more her, but he wasn't going to argue with her. He had been wrong before. Rarely, but it happened. Who was he to say teachers weren't a bunch of conspiring assholes, out to get them? Seemed plausible.
He pushed himself off the ground onto legs that he felt he had to re-get-used-to since last summer--or really a few months ago when he'd shot up a little--and headed towards the candy. He shuffled through her bag, haphazardly losing a few items to the floor in the process and pulled out a bag of Skittles, "I guess this will do." He said to her over his shoulder, and then flopped back on the bed, "I'm taking a break. My eyes hurt."