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I Kicked Him In The Groin | Diemila | 128

(I promise I will try and get back to requests, but I had the idea and Leon just didn't fit for the guy to make it Leonetta, and Maxi didn't either for Naxi, and Francesca didn't fit the girl for Diecesca so bam Diemila happened. And besides, I've been watching V2 and damn, he kept on mentioning a relationship between them so many times!! Why didn't Diemila happen?!?!?! Enjoy! xx)

• L U D M I L A •

I EXPECTED A few things to happen in a fitting room.

1. I would mess the white dress, not with makeup, but because my face can sometimes be naturally dirty or there would be traces of chocolate that my best friend forget to mention around my mouth.

2. The dress would be too big

3. The dress would be too small (I mentioned chocolate earlier, I have an unhealthy addiction. Emphasis on addiction, and unhealthy)

4. Putting my shirt back on, it would get stuck in my pants resulting in me looking like an idiot (well I almost always do anyway)

5. Breaking a mirror (it's happened before. I probably had a long bath in bad luck as a child)

And many other scenarios that ended up with me paying tons, and then I'd have to leave the dress that I wanted to buy because I only earn so much.

But then it turns out that not only is my life drowning in bad luck, the gods decided to add in some irony. Because I expect everything that could happen to me in a fitting room, and then the one thing that I didn't expect happens.

What is it?

A boy presumably my age barging into the small cubicle just as I had fitted my head through the hole, before I managed to push my arms through the sleeves (I had never been so thankful for keeping my jeans on whilst trying on a dress. Laziness - 1!). I blame the curtains that they used for privacy, I mean come on! Give me a damn door that I can lock!

And no, before you ask I most certainly did not punch him. Firstly, punching was very immature. Secondly, with my terrible aim I may end up hitting the mirror -it will either break itself or my hand- or I will hurt myself because his face is actually chiselled from marble (it looks symmetrical enough to be true, he's like 11/10 handsome). And thirdly, I didn't want to hurt his face, it was just too beautiful.

But I had to react in some way right?

So what did I do?

I kicked him in the groin.

I'm sure you're wondering how this is any more mature. Well, instead of making a big show of throwing my arm back so that I can hit him square in the jaw, I simply have to lift my leg so it looks a little more graceful. Well definitely more graceful than the sounds that were coming from his mouth.

Jeez.

Oh yes, I was definitely dead.

It probably would've been a good idea to check how muscly he was before I went and kicked him. Apparently it hurt a lot. Like a hella lot. And I still had a dress that was half on. Which meant that I couldn't run out the cubicle (and no, I wouldn't be screaming).

"I was changing you idiot!"

For some reason my brain and mouth weren't on good terms. Because my brain knew perfectly well that we weren't going to live to see tomorrow, but my mouth decided that we should move my death date up by a few hours.

"I am half dressed! Imagine if I took my jeans off!" I scream and he chuckles, his black hair falling into his eyes. "Don't laugh you foo–" he cut me off.