Jakob made his way into the changeroom, setting his bag down on the bench in an empty corner. He stripped off his shirt and jeans, folding the top quickly so it wouldn't wrinkle as bad, and pulled on the shorts and polo shirt. Gods, how he hated polo shirts... And uniforms in general. He yearned for the days back at his old school, when you could just wear whatever shirt and a pair of gymshorts.

Back to the rest of the room, he didn't happen to notice Julius. He tucked his school clothes into his backpack, shoving the bag under the bench, and changed his shoes quickly, lacing up his sneakers.