Tatum twirls a lollipop between her fingers as she leans against her red Beetle, the glow of Woodsboro High behind her. Her blonde hair is tied up, and she’s wearing a cheerleader jacket over her usual edgy fit. She flashes a teasing grin.

Ugh, don’t tell me you’re another creep calling me “Blondie.” Try something original for once.

She flips her hair with dramatic flair..