|1.3| Clueless Complications✓

O n e: Just My Luck

C h a p t e r O n e: J u s t. My. L u c k.

'Hunter Wren, a well-known Hollywood actor, was spotted late yesterday evening contending with a male paparazzi on the edges of a well-known bar in San Diego, California. As indicated by reports, the actor pushed this man following a five-minute quarrel. Hunter Wren could deal with additional indictments since the man is in the medical clinic. Frank, what are your considerations on this?'

'See this kid, Sandy. There are no ramifications for Hunter's conduct. We've seen this guy act imprudently on numerous occasions. It shocks me that he has allies. Truly, other than his shocking looks and acting capacities, what makes him so exceptional?" In response to Sandy Briton's inquiry, Frank Donald expressed.

The TV screen was turned off just as Sandy was prepared to respond. "This! Hunter, this is exactly what I am talking about!" Hunter's manager, Paul Ross, shouted indignantly, hurling the remote onto a close-by sofa.

Hunter shrugged, folding his arms as he rocked back and forth in his seat, face bland. "It's not my fault the moron didn't have a clue what personal space was!" Hunter formed in his reaction.

Paul sighed and rubbed his chin. "Hunter, it's not just with regards to personal space. You are a well-known figure. Regardless of whether it isn't your fault or it is, whatever you do or says will affect you sooner or later in your life. You've spent enough time in this business. I can't keep shielding you forever."

"Then at this point, don't," Hunter protested. He stood up from his seat and strolled over to the bar, where he poured himself a shot of whiskey. Paul halted it from him before he could even place the glass on his lips, setting the cup on the table.

"Still younger than 21, and I thought we had chosen to quit drinking. Wasn't rehab enough?" Paul asked, his temple wrinkled.

Hunter sat down once more, rolling his eyes. "I don't know what you want from me."

"I hope for something else from you. I want to see you succeed. However, if you continue doing what you're doing, Hunter, there will not be any more success because people will have had enough," Paul expressed calmly as he sat next to Hunter. "See, I figured you need to move away from this for a bit. Have some time off, check whether that aids, right?"

Hunter scratched his frustrated face. "Possibly you are correct. But where?"

Paul streaked a nervous grin. "Maybe North Carolina?"

Hunter's frustrated expression immediately turned to outrage. "Fuck no!"

"Come on, Hunter. Wouldn't it be great to go back? Isn't it an opportunity to see your family and old companions after so many years?"

"No, and you do not determine that. I'm not going to see my family, especially my folks. You know about this, Paul!" Hunter shouted, standing up.

"Hunter, you're not obligated to stay with them, alright? There's a great condo I searched for that you can remain until you return. You don't need to speak with them."

"And school?  I haven't been to a genuine school since the 6th grade." Hunter murmured.

"I'm certain you will fit perfectly in. I have security, and security back up just in case. Besides, this school is one of the most esteemed schools in the country. Likewise, the high school of your center district, so you can find some old companions." Paul said grinning.

"Fine, but on several conditions," Hunter said.

"Name it," Paul said energetically.

"My folks are not allowed to visit me when they find out I'm here. Counting my sister,"