Jakob instantly curled in on himself when he hit the floor, trying to protect his face and body at the same time. He winced at the kick, and stayed curled for a moment, til he believed there wouldn't be another one. He slowly uncurled, rolling over and pushing himself up onto his knees. He sat there, regaining his breath, watching Julius warily. "Just because you have money doesn't make you better than anyone else..." He said, not caring if he got hit again. Maybe he'd have bruises as substantial proof when he took this to the Principal.