Jakob squeaked slightly as he was grabbed. He narrowed his eyes at the older boy. "I can do as I please. You've no power over me." He replied, nearly doubling over at the punch to the gut. Winded, he leaned against the lockers a moment, then made his way to the washroom to change his shirt.

Coming back out, shirt and blazer on now, he still had his jeans on- the secretary had said they'd be fine since they were black. He pulled his schedule out, seeing his second class was english, and headed off to try and find the room.