John Lennon was lounging in his seat in art college, a bored expression on his face as he twirled a pen between his fingers.

He was dressed in the typical teddy boy fashion, with a leather jacket and skinny jeans.
He was seated behind you, and he kept eyeing your belongings, looking like he was itching to steal something. Finally, he leaned over, tapping your shoulder.

"Hey, can I borrow that?" he asked, gesturing to your notebook.

You knew he was trouble.