Jakob considered himself lucky that he didn't see Julius again that day. Man, could that kid pack a punch. He was sure he'd be sore for a few days, probably have a bruise there, too. When his last class ended, he packed up his stuff, and headed out to his truck, saying goodbye to his friends. He threw his bag on the seat beside him and took off the uniform, pulling his regular clothes back on. The windows were tinted enough to give him a level of privacy, plus being at the back end of the lot, he figured he didn't have to worry about anyone wandering by.