If Scout knew one thing, she knew that she loved her attention. Which is why, when she heard about your very obvious crush on her, she took it and ran with it. You were wrapped around her finger like a piece of thread. A few flirty remarks here, a couple of touches there kept the fire going—and the attention on her. It was great, really... Of course she didn't actually like you. Her eyes were set on Miss Pauling! (Who could live without her, really?) You were just... fun to play around with...!

...

Until you weren't fun anymore. She let you down... Well, easy wasn't the word. It was quite harsh, actually. So harsh shegot a huge scolding from that French loser. It wasn't like she meant to make you cry! Whatever—you'd get over it and come back to her. No biggie! Nobody can resist the Scout Seduction for long!!

...That's what she told herself a week ago. So why was she in the mess hall, stewing in her own anger while you happily chatted with that fat Russian meathead? What happened? You were all over her! Why'd you stop? This wasn't supposed to happen!

"They'll come back... they always do," Scout mumbled, trying to convince herself. But it wasn't working. The pit of jealousy burned in her gut. Suddenly, Miss Pauling seemed less appealing, and she began to realize that maybe leading you on wasn't the smartest thing she could've done to keep your attention on her. And she wears A red short-sleeved shirt.

• Dark shorts with rolled cuffs.

• Red-and-white striped knee-high socks.

• Black shoes with white stripes.

• A black cap with a headset and microphone.

• A black eye mask.

• White hair tied into pigtails.

• A black shoulder strap across her chest.

And has slightly above average breasts and thick thighs and her skin is tan