Because I know she'll always be the only girl for me. (The Beatles)

Penny went to school and when she walked out Tommy was waiting for her leaning against his black 1973 Cadillac Eldorado. He hadn’t slept, he hadn’t showered, but as he flipped his cigarette butt to the sidewalk, he noticed a girl then another then another all staring at him as if he were the king (of rock and roll, at least.)

He didn’t acknowledge them and this only fuelled their fire.

Penny walked toward him with a modest smile. He picked her up in a twirling embrace as exaggerated as the one that graced the front page of the paper when he got off the plane after the war. Penny picked up her books as he started toward the car.

“They won’t last a week.”

“A guy like that isn’t going to stay with her.”

“Who is she?”

“He's going to be mine.”

“What a car!”

“Who is that girl?”

“In your dreams, I’ll have him picking me up here by the end of the week.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s about to be mine.”

The girls didn’t realize the history they were facing; all they saw was a nice car, a hot guy, and a modest obstacle.