The year was 1943.

For all the talk the prom gets, Ant thought it was pretty shitty.

Ant's date was a cute girl in his AP Physics class named Posey Ellis. She was cute and all, but super boring. Ant sat on the bleachers while she danced with her girl friends, feeling all kinds of stupid and pathetic. He'd even rented a tux for the stupid thing.

Anthony watched as Posey giggled and spun around, trying to act tipsy and cute, and he wondered how much of an awful person he would be if he left her and went home. Maybe he'd even catch a picture, if there was one showing this late.

Ant exhaled through his nose, thinking; She's probably gonna get picked up by another guy, anyway.

With that bitter thought, Ant grabbed his suit jacket and pushed open the doors to the gymnasium where the prom was held.

Ant loosened his stupid bowtie and was about to tug it off when he heard a shout from a car and distant commotion. At first, Ant assumed it was some stupid fight between two drunk guys, but then he heard a female yell, and he ran forward to investigate.

The scene that greeted him was surprising and infuriating.

A pretty girl climbing out of a Chrysler Hardtop while a drunk boy reached through the door, groping and grabbing for her.

The girl was a real bombshell--ten times more beautiful than Posey. She was a real Marilyn, with her hair curled and styled perfectly, wearing an elegant strapless baby blue prom dress, looking like some kind of princess. Ant must've seen her around school a few times, and every time, he almost stumbled over her own feet.

She was easily the prettiest girl in school.

But her beauty wasn't what Ant was focused on. Her jerk date was climbing out of the car now, mumbling drunkenly.

"C'mon, baby," The man urged, trying to grab for her again; "It'll make me so happy. Don't you wanna make me happy, baby? I need some relief-"

Ant's jaw clenched, and before the jerk could say anything else, he stepped forward. "Hey!" He approached the guy with purpose. "Get away from the dame."