One dark brow arched towards his hairline, but his first answer was a snort. Sitting up a little, he leaned over his desk, the bandages on his face contorting as he smirked.

"I'm a Sophomore who elected to take a junior elective class. I actually showed up. I'm awake and paying attention. What more do you want out of me, because if you're expecting me to grin rainbows and vibrate out of my chair in glee because I'm 'allowed' to be here, you've got another thing coming."

Okay, so maybe the first class of the year was too soon to be quite so confrontational, but Jason didn't care. At all.

He flopped back in his seat, reaching up to absently rub at the half faded bruise around the bandage at his hairline, his other hand in his pocket. The faint music sounds increased, the second earbud muffled from being under his shirt.