Introductions, new faces, putting on a fake smile, trying to make a good impression to the peers around you as well as trying to get on the good side of teachers, to perhaps show a new personality instead of being chained to the one you have disliked for years. That's what college inductions were all about... at least for the majority of new students.

But of course there always was going to be those who would never bee seen relating to that method. Some would prefer thinking of it as a new place for fresh eye candy, somewhere you can big yourself up even more; just to show people you're the superior one as well as attempting to get yourself kicked out of the institution as soon as possible so you could have a life of leisure, doing as you pleased with no routine whatsoever. John Winston Lennon favoured this view.

The young male walked down the road worn streets of Liverpool with his quick , impatient strides, navy blue baker-boy cap sitting perched on his head improperly; so close to sliding off the back of his head with the sounds of his beloved Blue suede Chelsea boots that had seen better days filling his ears. He confidently took leaps up a set of stairs, the forbidden drain pipe jeans clinging to his thighs as he entered that one building that would make him feel impatient, boost his craving for Cigarettes, set a desire to listen to records in his bedroom, as well as making his mind numb with boredom.

"Hullo love, where do I find the artsy fartsy side of this place?" John's voice growled as he spoke to the receptionist, leaning against the old desk she was sat at. She was old, glasses sitting perched on her nose as she glared up at the boy whose jaw was briskly moving up and down as he chewed on his gum, the corner of his lip curving upwards in a mischievous manner. She'd seen these types come and go over the years and pointed down a hallway with no desire to speak to him. John glanced over his left shoulder, his feet following where his eyes were narrowing at a corridor, "Cheers doll."

John breathed out a sharp sigh before peering around a door to find around 20 youngsters around his age sitting in groups, introducing themselves.

"Oi!" Lennon shouted to get their attention, the mumbles from students quietened down as they glanced at John.

One girl turned who was sitting at the back of the classroom looked up at the face of the boy leaning against the door frame, he noticed and kept his eyes on her. "This the Art Course?" He spoke.

"Yeah, it is" She replied, she knew the face. It was that devious boy John Lennon, he had attended the same high school as her but he was 2 years above her. That didn't stop her hearing the gossip from girls telling stories about their alcohol fuelled nights with him after his shows at some club he apparently played at though. Another reason why not to get acquainted with him.

John walked in and sat down on the worktops that surrounded the room beside the girl. "Tell me, why have I never had the opportunity to be in the presence of such a beauty such as yerself?" Here it goes. Straight to the chase the girl thought, she'd seen him do it to so many girls it was unreal, never did she think she'd become his next victim.

"You have, actually" The girl replied quickly, hoping to keep the lad on his feet with simplistic sentences.

John smirked "In my dreams?"

She laughed shaking her head with a quick roll of her eyes "John, we went to the same school, I was a couple of years below you... probably why you never got the chance to have your way with me."

John nodded, chewing away while his legs swung back and forth over the edge of the worktop. "How'd you know me then?" and suddenly his voice turned from that broad scouse accent to an innocent tone "Wait, hold up, have my way with ye? Do explain, love"

Just as she was away to reply a man walked in, he looked rushed and stumbled over to the desk at the front of the room, slamming down a pile of books. This was their lecturer then the girl thought.

"If you could all take a seat" He declared, his eyes looking down the classroom at John and the girl. She immediately got off the worktop, not wanting to irritate the lecturer already and sat down in the seat closest to her, soon she heard John groggily sigh before jumping off the worktop, scraping out a seat from under the desk that was directly behind her.

For John the day dragged on, it all felt meaningless and he lacked any kind of enthusiasm at all. The only part he was going to remotely enjoy was actually getting the chance to draw; which was probably why he was twiddling his thumbs as he sat slouched in the frail, looking chair.

"So you showing us 'round this joint or what sir?" John spoke out, oblivious to the fact her was interrupting the lecturer. The teacher continued to write on the blackboard while answering John's question firmly with a "Tomorrow son."

Class finally finished for the day at 4pm and John stood up, standing by the girls desk he was talking to before. "Didn't catch yer name, love" he smiled while folding his arms across the chest of his stripy t-shirt.

She glanced up into his eyes before going back to shoving things into her bag quickly, she had noted it had begun raining just before class had finished and she wished to get home before it got heavier.

"I'm Indy" She smiled, heaving the bag upon her shoulder. John rocked back and forth on his feet with fascination "Peculiar that 'aint it?"Everyone thought it was peculiar, but she actually liked it. It made her slightly different from everyone else.

John followed her down the now empty corridor with his hands in his pockets, they got to the front door of the building, greeted by the harshness of the wind and the rain that actually hurt when it hit their skin. John looked at her with dull eyes after sitting through a day that could of been put to better use.

"You walkin' in this too?" he sighed, shoving the front door back open after the wind had slammed it back against his shoulder.

"Yeah!" She groaned, remembering she had no jacket as she watched John button up his Brown suede Jacket with one hand while he grasped onto his hat with the other in preperaition of being blown to bits.

"This is a fuckin' joke" John declared, keeping his head down in hopes to sheil his eyes from the rain as he walked briskly down the street with Indy.

"At least you've got a jacket!" She exclaimed, her teeth nearly chattering together and John smirked "That's cause I'm no stupid like yerself, love!" He winked and she rolled her eyes "Whatever Lennon..."

She was rather intrigued with the boy- despite all the gossiping about him, he wore clothes that most boys around here didn't wear, he walked with strides, his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans which were so tight she wondered how he could even breathe.

John glanced at her for a brief moment and she looked away, down to the rainy pavement below. His broad smile returned at her reaction "Like what you're seein' love?" He never thought of the consequences of his words, he was too obnoxious to care.

"I do have a name you know" She spoke, changing the subject instantly.

He remained quick with his words, "Don't try and change the subject here lady" He spoke while walking in front of her, the sounds of his boots filling her ears. He stopped in front of her and she begun walking around him, but he put his arm out and blocked her.

"What are you doing? It's raining you idiot!" Indy exclaimed, pushing his arm out of her way, but he had too much strength.

John shrugged his shoulders, not a care in the world that she was getting frustrated. "So?" He stated simply as he stepped closer to her face. Indy thought he was so cocky, and she knew his game; she'd sat and watched him do it to so many girls back during their school days.

"So, like I was sayin' do you like what ye see?" He spoke, placing an arm on her shoulder casually while he glanced into her eyes, noting they were Hazel. Indy looked down at his lips No no... don't do that she thought, it was an apparent rule that when you look down at someone's lips, you want them. She didn't want John, he was too sleazy and she had a boyfriend anyway. It was a long distance relationship as he had moved up North to go to University.

As the rain got heavier she needed to get away, she was tired after her induction and her bed sounded so appealing at that moment. She figured out a plan in her head and knew that it would work well.

"Maybe I do..." She whispered, leaning into his ear into his ear, the rain that was dripping onto her lips hitting the skin on his neck.

Johnny boy, you're so in there. "How about... you show me" He whispered back as she slipped a hand around the back of his neck, which made John close his eyes, a small smile forming as he felt her fingers gliding through the back of his dampened hair.

Indy smirked, her plan was working well. She felt his hand beginning to slide around her waist and decided it was time. "How about... you... sod off." she whispered, grabbing his hat before briskly walking away from the boy who was left standing there completely dumbstruck.

"Sod off?" He muttered the words to himself, blinking aimlessly as he spun around to see her disappear down a street. He touched the only dry part of his head where his hat had been. She...she took my hat and... and... what the 'ell? He screamed inside as he looked around in fear that someone had just seen what she had done. She had seduced him and just left him standing there scratching his head and he couldn't help but feel like he'd lost a battle.

"This isn't the end!" John shouted when he quickly ran around a corner to see her at the far end of the opposite street. She turned around, walking backwards with his hat on her head "Bye John!" She shouted with a smile.

John watched her until she was out of sight... for once he was actually speechless, but it didn't stop him walking home with a small smug smirk in the corner of his mouth.