One Question

Ignoring the guy, I tried to walk away but he was persistent. Even when I hastened my steps to leave him behind, he followed.

There's no reason for me to answer an interview that will surely be full of rumors about me or the girls. It's one thing to be curious about it but to write it in an article for the whole school to read? That's a no.

“Again, I’m not interested,” I sternly said without breaking my stride.

I'd rather spend my time meeting the other girls who sit down for an interview with this guy.

“Wait, wait! Onoda, please!” The newspaper guy pleaded, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to keep up. “This time, I’ll stick to the facts. No embellishments, no sensationalism. Just a straightforward interview about your rise to popularity!”

I paused mid-step, turning slightly to look at him. His determination was evident, but so was the desperation in his eyes. He probably had a deadline or was under pressure to get some "scoop."