As Jacob was shuffled into the car, he continued to panic, though it was no longer about Emily but instead over how he would manage. He didn't know Kaitlyn's schedule or her friends and he had no idea if he knew the content of her classes. Sure, he had finished math just fine, but who knew if he remembered how to do what her other classes covered.
An idea suddenly came to Jacob. He unzipped her backpack and began digging, looking over the loose papers and empty labelled binders in her backpack. Luckily for him, Kaitlyn abided by the classic system of shoving papers in as you got them, it seemed, and from this, he gathered her schedule.
"Now I just need to pretend I know where the classes are."
Eventually, he had arrived. Mrs. Johnson pushed him out of the car with a friendly reminder, "You better turn in those papers, young lady, or you won't be leaving that room for a week!"
He nodded and hiked up his backpack, moving on into the building to begin the school day.
When the bell finally rang for class to begin, Jacob struggled to find the right English classroom, but luckily, once he did, every desk but his was taken thanks to him being late.
"At least I won't need to worry about finding my desk if I have no idea where I'm going," he muttered.
As he settled down in the chair, he pulled his pinafore out from under him to make sure he wouldn't be uncomfortable and he adjusted the crop top.
The class was easy enough, though the largest highlight was when he noticed a boy staring at him. He blushed, unsure what to do, and resigned himself to hiding his face and pretending it didn't happen.
Slowly he made his way through the rest of class, skirting through the lesson best he could. He noticed people constantly glancing at him and his attire, unsure how he looked to their eyes.
Eventually, the bell rang, and he threw his things in the backpack, moving on to the next class.