AN - "Thank God! This is my second fic and I hope with all of my heart that you will like it. Somehow it's inspired from real life (hello! Adam Lambert's here too and will play a very big role in one of the girls life). And, also, do you like spies and MI6 agents? If you do read, read and re-read! Don't forget to review!"

And what if my chances were already gone?
I started believing that I could be wrong
But you give me one good reason
To fight and never walk away.

With every step you climb another mountain
Every breath it's harder to believe
You make it through the pain, weather the hurricanes
To get to that one thing.

- No boundaries by Adam Lambert

Chapter one

With or without Vodka

Have you ever had a dream so big that you couldn't believe your eyes if you saw it become true?

"Maybe," would answer Leah.

"I think so," would follow Crystal.

"Of course!" would finish Isabella the trio.

But I would only say this: when you truly want something I don't think there would be boundaries in your way, between you and your dream. No, you would break every rule or limit until you would see your dream come true.

And that's why… it's time for miracles.

Leah's point of view

It was a typical Friday, with the same boring physical education class in which nobody did anything (besides lazing), class who should end another useless school day.

No games of volley or tests or who knows what else. Even those stupid footballers in the making gave up a while ago running after that ball just to hit it at least once.

I hated this class. I hated this boring school. I hated anything connected to 'going to useless classes'.

Isabella was right. We knew a lot of the things we started to revision at the beginning of this new school year.

Eventually, it wasn't my fault that half of the class had forgotten the definitions or those boring math problems and now we had to go over them again.

It also wasn't my fault that three quarters of the class had forgotten how to do a stupid english comment, and now our english theacher was forced to remind us… the same things I still knew.

School was boring, no kidding! And where to add that I wasn't invited to the greatest party of September. Jessica really got on my nerves sometimes.

I felt a light breeze in my hair which made me look up to the old tree.

I sighed.

"What about a jewellery box shaped as a heart? Or a bracelet with hearts? Or earings?"

Isabella and Crystal were talking, sorry, I mean, they were trying to convince each other since morning - come on! - that things shaped as a heart were or, in the other case, weren't more attractive than anything else in the world.

Crystal raised her eyebrow.

"Earings… shaped as a heart?"

"Of course," answered back Isabella.

I couldn't help chuckling. Crystal glared at me, making me turn back to the tree.

How to not listen to their conversation when they made you roll on the floor laughing? Earlier I even adimitted to myself that someway or another I was lucky that Jessica didn't invite me to the party. I don't know if I would have resisted the tradition, but mostly the lines "With the hearts. It's more pretty!", "Without the hearts! That's more pretty!" without slaping them to come back down to Earth once and for all.

Really, it was much better and funny to look from the outside right now.

"Just give up on the hearts!" I intervened without realizing.

"See?" jumped Crystal in the next second.

Isabella looked at me narrowing her eyes and crossing her hands over her chest.

"Whose side are you really on?"

"Oops!" I said to myself. I thought the plan was to keep my mouth shut until tomorrow, when they finished this conversation (and Jesssica finished showing off).

"I…didn't, I wanted to say you should give up…" I stopped letting out an exasperated sound before starting again with more determination. "God, you're annoying! Look, if you can't decide on a gift, don't buy it together. Crystal, you can buy Jessica something without hearts, and you, Isabella, buy her something with hearts. Was it really that hard?"

To my surprise both girls gave me a look that said something among the lines of "Are you stupid or what?"

"No way!" spoke Crystal.

"Exactly! We don't want to interrupt the tradition right now."

In my head I started slapping myself.

Tradition up, tradion down!

Since we became best friends we decided that when all three of us are invited to a party (anyway, in this case only two) to buy a gift together.

This was the tradition.

"Fine," I commented myself. "Do you at least have some earplugs?"

I raised my hands to defend myself when they again glared at me, this time together. Then they got back to the old conversation - with or without hearts.

I already felt my brain on fire.

Last week, when they let me know that Jessica invited them to the party and found out that, actually, she didn't invite me, with all their honesty they assured me that if I'm not going they can easily not go too.

"I mean, it's just a party," said Isabella then. "There will be another one."

And because it was just a party that I couldn't come to, and they could, I refused, threatening that if they wouldn't go I would move out of the town! Anyway, they started laughing in the next second, but agreed to go without me.

Now I was starting to regret it.

I mean they were making plans to go to the mall after school to buy that gift with or without hearts together, also, tomorrow was going to be an awesome day for them, while I was going to stay locked between four walls in front of a boring book and, of course, in front of homework. I was planning to start from tonight.

I hated my life! And my luck! And Jessica!

And, also I figured out her plan.

It was getting on my nerves.

- X X X X X X -

Time - Thank Goodness! - passed quickly. I suddenly woke up with my bag over my sholder blending with the group of students leaving through the school gates, a lot of them talking about the next weekend.

As usually, Crystal was on my right mumbling something about the three showers she will do as soon as she gets home, and Isabella, on my left, was trying to catch me in a conversation about whatever investigation tv-show she saw last week, subject at which I definately sucked. Cassy, Crystal's twin sister, was behind us talking with I-don't-know-who.

As usually.

And also as usually, at that crossroad, me and Isabella continued walking straight ahead, while the twins took a right turn.

Isabella interrupted my line of thought as soon as we were alone.

"Are you alone at home?"

I looked at her stunned before we both started laughing, when we realized what she really said.

"Really, if that question came from a guy I would've punched him."

"I didn't mean… anyway, you understood," added the girl through her laughter.

"Yeah, I'm alone."

Isabella took a deep breath trying to calm herself.

"That's amazing! It means you can come with me to Red Lights."

"You're alone too."

It sounded like a statement.

"Of course. And I want to take advantage of it," despite her entuziasm, she noticed my hesitation. "You have to come," she said quickly.

"Yes, but…"

"Come on! If it's about your parents they won't find out."

"I know, but…"

"And, it's Friday. This week school's over. Practically you're not breaking any rule."

"I'm not telling them where I'm going, I'm lying to them. So I'm still breaking a rule."

I bit my lip when I saw Isabella's smile grow. By not finding a strong argument to turn the situation to my favour, and she knew that, she had won.

Too easy! I have to work on my weak point.

"What they don't know can't hurt them," she commented happily.

- X X X X X X -

Red Lights was close to our homes, which was a relief for me if I was going to wake up with mom on the phone ordering me to get the hell home, not after asking me where the hell I was.

We barely found a free table. It was Friday, I told myself. People just got out of work and they were free to do whatever they wanted.

When the Menu's came we each ordered a drink - mine having a weird name, but Isabella said that until last year it was her favourite. So, why not try it?

"Have you decided on the gift?" I asked without thinking.

I swear I saw a spark in her eyes.

"We decided to take a jewellery box shaped as a heart in which will be a necklace and a pair of earings."

"A necklace and a pair of earings… which aren't connected to hearts, right?"

The spark was quickly gone.

"Yeah… otherwise we would have gone on and on without reaching an agreement."

"Happy ending," I thought when our drinks arrived. Well, at least until my eyes fell on the glass in front of me.

"And when are you going to buy them?"

Why the hell was it green? I've never seen green drinks in my whole life. Even Isabella's brown one looked better.

I felt my stomach clench.

"In three hours, enough time for Crystal to take three showers and for me to decide which perfume and lip-gloss to wear."

Sighing, I pushed the glass aside hoping the girl wouldn't notice.

"Typical."
Isabella chuckled and took a sip from her glass.

In the next second I realized.

I mean, what are the odds to catch a guy's eyes looking at you from dozens of people? And what the hell made me look towards him?

From here he seemed like a normal teenager. I didn't give him more than twenty years. I would say his chocolate brown eyes were even nice, if he wouldn't be such a jerk to stare. His brown hair was everywhere and it made me wonder if he had combed it this morning or, if he had combed at least once in his life.

Then I shivered realizing I was doing the same thing. I was staring. And he continued to look me in the eyes without looking away for at least a second.

"You are as rude as him," a weak voice whispered from a corner of my mind. "Stop staring!"

I blinked a few times as if I just then waking up to reality, as if that was the moment in which I was aware of the noise in the room, of the fact that Isabella was talking about something unknown to me.

I looked away from him trying to convince myself that he was just an idiot who had nothing else to do, and I reached for the glass drinking a little too much from it.

I had tears in my eyes when I felt it burning my throat.

"I thought they don't sell alcohol to underage people," I whispered breathing deep through my mouth to stop the fire in there.

Isabella automatically looked to me when I interrupted her long speech. I had caught enough details to realize she was telling me a new episode from NCIS.

"What are you talking about?"

"It burns," I whispered before suddenly standing up from the table, going to that bar and asking for a bottle of water as cold as possible.

The moment I felt it in my hand freezing my fingers, I opened it and drank half of the content.

Isabella came near me. She looked really worried and… puzzled. I saw the question in her eyes before she spoke, as soon as she saw my teary eyes:

"What happened?"

"It looks like your friend experimented Vodka for the first time in her life."

I turned on my heels a hundred and eighty degrees to look at the guy who spoke, the guy who stared at us before. Now he was grinning.

I dry-swallowed.

Isabella intervened.

"The Green Cocktail doesn't have Vodka, at least not the one she ordered."

Okay, you could see from miles that Isabella was in the mood for fighting, or at least arguing. The problem is I still wasn't able to stop it, especially when my fingers opened again the bottle of water to gulp the remaining content. And it still burned!

"You mean…this?" continued the guy taking from the counter a glass with a green solution almost identical to my drink.

"What?" I spoke sorely.

Isabella frowned behind me, I could feel her.

"Didn't you figure it out?"

"You bastard!" I heard her say through her teeth.

What? Wait, what's the catch? I still didn't get it.

Anyway… water, water, water. I swear! It was like I swallowed hot charcoal, not a stupid cocktail.

"Oh, you got it. Looks like we have a winner here. I like it, you really are good."

He was grinning, you could hear it in his voice.

I left them there to argue and went to the other side of the counter, where the bartender was and I bought a new bottle of water.

My fingers were anxiously looking for the lid, while my throat was screaming. I drank again greedily, just my water stopped in my mouth when I felt something going from my hip to my butt.

I yelped surprised and angry at the same time, turned around and all the water from my mouth was spit on the guy's face.

"You jerk!" I said through clenched teeth when, without realizing, my knee hit him between his legs.

The man doubled over in pain putting his hands on the place I hit him earlier.

"Hey, we don't need violence here," threatened the bartender from behind.

I threw him a look full of resent over my shoulder, turned to my table from where I took mine and Isabella's backpacks and threw some money on the table near our unfinished drinks, and went back to where she was and found her still arguing with that guy.

I threw her the backpack, saying:

"It's time to go."

"Hey, nice hit," the boy suddenly complimented me with a smile - he really was cute! - on his face.

I looked at him shocked. He… saw me?

"What hit?" jumped Isabella.

Getting over all that and suddenly feeling the need to take some air, I grabbed the girl's hand pulling her after me towards the exit from Red Lights.

"Hey, wait!" yelled the guy behind us.

Just one look through the corners of my eyes made me realize that he was coming after us, along with the man I had hit.

I started to run to Isabella's puzzlement. She was yelling for me to stop. Thank God that, still, she didn't oppose so I didn't have to drag her after me.

I crossed the street running making some drivers honk at us but didn't stop running until we reached the park. It was empty, to my horror.

Reaching its center, I stopped. My throat was still burning, but now I had to add the effort too.

I knew that from here on we couldn't go together. Me and Isabella lived in different points from the park and running blindly with some guys following us was not a possibility.

"We need to get home," said the girl near me, breathing in and out quickly because of the effort, as if reading my mind.

"There are, still, two of them," I emphasised.

"Two? Who's the second one?"

"It doesn't matter," I said quickly. "The lesser time we waste the better. We have a small advantage and I don't think it's the right moment to waste it. Run as fast as you can, ok?" I asked her. "I'll do the same."

She nodded slowly.

I knew she liked danger, sometimes she confused it with fun. Actually, Isabella thought danger was funny.

Maybe, until yesterday I thought she was crazy, but now, feeling the adrenaline moving through my veins, I shared for the first time her thoughts.

Someway, I liked it too.

"Call me as soon as you get home," she said.

I nodded quickly watching her run without looking at least once back. Now one of us was safe. I needed to leave too.

"Missed us?"

I gulped knowing the voice behind me. I turned facing the newcomers - the guy and the man - just to feel the blood running cold in my veins. Any bit of courage was drained from me as if it never existed.

"What the hell do you want?" I said through my teeth.

But, instead of an answer, I got a foot in my stomach as revenge from the man who had touched my butt earlier. I whimpered in pain.

Why? Why the hell was the park empty at this hour?

I barely saw the second foot coming, this time to my face. A single second took me to react, putting my arms as a shield in front of my eyes. I felt pain again, I couldn't lie.

But, my hands caught his ankle and I straightened myself, pulling him towards me and raising my foot so the face of the guy who stared at the club at us, was hit by my sneaker. I sent him to the floor with a hit of my knee between his legs.

That moment was a perfect opportunity for the other man to go behind my back and grab my hair.

"Auch!" I yelped.

Now it was on! Nobody touched my hair!
Although he was taller, I managed to hit his throat with my elbow, the sharp pain, I assumed, made him put both of his hands to his injured place.

"Perfect!" I told myself, rotating on my heels kicking him again between his legs, throwing him on the ground.

I was panting, I realized.

"You were… great!"

The guy I sent first to the ground was now in front of me helping the other get back on his feet.

Actually… I was shocked. What the hell was he saying there?

He looked me with the same cute smile although there was a faint trail of blood in the corner of his mouth. My shock got even bigger, completely replacing the adrenaline from before.

"My name is James," he said still smiling at me like an angel as if nothing from before was real. "This guy, that you just took down, is Shane."

Shane finally standing up threw me a look full of hate still keeping his hands… in that place of men.

I automatically stood back bewildered.

"Why… Why are you doing this?" I asked cautiously wondering if they would catch me if I tried to run.

I didn't think so, seeing how they looked like.

"Did you by any chance take karate classes?" asked James.

I frowned at him shaking my head.

"Okay, that means you're a natural."

What the hell was he talking about?

"What's your name?" he asked this time with too much kindness in his voice.

"Leah," I said without really wanting to.

"Ok. So, Leah let me tell you that you passed."

I widened my eyes.

"I passed what?"

"The test."

"The test? What test? No wait, this is a stupid game of yours to catch me again with my guard down."

"Is it?" asked James.

This new attitude of his was getting on my nerves.

I chenched my teeth.

"I think you're crazy."

"Maybe," was all he said grinning.

Then, as if he had done it dozens of times went to the inner pocket of his black leather jacket to take out a badge which he showed to me without hesitation.

I stared at it reading out loud.

"James Jonathan Clarevisse... M... I... 6... What?"

"James Jonathan Clarevisse, MI6 agent."

I gulped. This was one of the weird guys from that SIS, Secret Intelligence Service? You knew a lot when you stayed near a girl like Isabella, I told myself quickly.

But, seriously now, what the hell did I get myself into? I attacked these freaks and now… jail? I was too young to go to jail! And my mom would kill me before the police came after me.

I let out a bitter laugh at that.

James, noticing my gesture, raised an eyebrow.

"Practically, it's only your fault," I thought out loud. "You attacked me first, this guy Shane put his hand on my butt and… you didn't have anything to do with the Vodka in my cocktail?"

James grinned even wider. But I was just satisfied to smile in my head. So I wasn't going to jail? No.

"I didn't come here to cause you problems. I came here to propose you something, now that you really managed to beat Shane to a pulp."

The guy still suffering glared at me again.

"As if I didn't beat you too," I commented unsatisfied.

James let you a grimace.

"Ok, ok, maybe you almost broke my nose, but that doesn't matter." Then suddenly becoming very serious spoke. "Do you want to be a part of MI6?"

In that moment I started laughing.

"You're kidding, right?"

"I'm not kidding at all," he said coldly.

"How the hell do you think those from MI6 will receive me in their organization? Me?"

"You don't understand."

I became serious too.

"Is there really something to understand?"

"Listen, this was a test that you passed, I made a proposal to you that only a fool would refuse. All you have to say is yes or no."

"So you want me to accept something that I have no idea of. Anyway I think it's impossible."

"I promise I'll give you as many explanations you need as soon as you say yes."

I sighed.

These things were annoying. I know I could say in any moment no and go back to my old life as if nothing happened, if he was really serious. But my old life was boring, really. Too predictable. Even now I could bet on a hundred pounds that my mother was going to cook for dinner those spaghetti that I never really liked, or that the Math teacher was going to give us a surprize test on Monday after our attitude at today's classes. I hated the predictable.

And if…

Damn it, curiosity or even escaping from a world that boring were very big in comparison them to the wish to go back to my unattractive world.

"Have you decided?" asked James suddenly anxious.

Oh man, I hope I will never regret this decision.

"Yes, I've decided."

I saw his eyes sparkling… why?

- X X X X X X -

I was so damn tired. I felt my feet as if they were made of stone. I barely managed to get out of the park. I felt good after the choice made earlier. I didn't want to scream at anybody, I just wanted to get home as soon as possible.

At the end of the alley, to my surprise I saw enough people to block a whole street. They were all looking curiously at me like… I was the freak. And no one was getting closer because there were men with black jackets keeping them at bay. They had the same badges James had showed me... MI6.

Sighing and a little amazed, figuring out why nobody was in the park to see the fight between me and the MI6 agents, I took out my phone ready to write a text message and then close it.

"I got home safe and sound," I texted to Isabella.

I knew she did the same.

'Cuz you've got a taste for danger
It turns you on
Just take a look in your face
I know whats going on
You like the taste of danger.

- Danger by Third Eye Blind

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