Jacob was still standing by the table with the two-liter bottles on it when he noticed the principal and vice principal talking. No. What? NO. NO WAY. They weren't talking-even Jacob could see that. They were...starstruck! Who could blame them? Catherine freaking Sinclair had just bumped into them. Catherine. Sinclair. Like, holy shit. Holy. Shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit it's Catherine fucking Sinclair and you're standing alone at a drink table watching the principal like a damned idiot do something. Taking a deep breath, he looked around nervously. As much as he wanted an excuse to go over there and talk, he-HE HAD AN EXCUSE! The fall! Yes, of course, his principal just got knocked into and one of his fellow students just tripped. He couldn't [i] not [/i] make sure they were okay. That would be terrible.

Calmly making his way towards two of his favorite people in the world, Jacob was dying inside. Panic was overpowering every inch of his body and he's have been sweating like a beast if he hadn't so liberally applied his anti-antiperspirant this morning. As he came upon the group, Mr Hawthorne had already taken off, the principal chasing after. His eyes grew wide for a second before he blinked the terror away from his face. Great, his conversation buffers had just run off. Dammit all. And now he was alone with Wren oh fucking hell why did he have to be so awkward? [i] Okay, Jacob. Moment of truth. Is this year gonna be decent or terrible? You can do this. The hospital prepared you for this, you can do this.[/i]

Jacob made a friendly smile at Wren, nodded his head gently, and stopped calmly near her, gesturing his head at the principal and vice principal. His mouth was feeling a little dry, but he chalked that up to dehydration. He'd have to grab a water bottle to combat the heat. "Look at those two. I got nothing against them, heck, I love Mr Hawthorne, but...they're just acting real silly, don't ya think?" Was that too informal? What was better? They were students at the same school, that was fine. BUT SHE'S CATHERINE FREAKING SINCLAIR YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU SHOULD BE WORSHIPING THE GROUND SHE WALKS ON! No. No, that was fine. 

As Acacia revealed the dunk tank, Jacob looked down at himself. He wanted to be up there. It was a bit strange for him, really, but he wanted to try to get more open with people, after all. What better way than to-scars. Fuck. Could he...could he really expose his back to the world? There's...there's no way anybody would want to see that. Still...he had to try, right? Yeah...yeah, after principal Aldrin was done, he'd try. He'd get changed real quick, stuff his clothes into his bag, and get dunked. Yeah. Yeah, that would work. That's a plan, that's a good plan.