Her
I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself by Nicky Holland
D IANA COULDN'T STOP crying.
"I can't believe I was such a fool, Kat. I was such a stupid, stupid fool."
Kat was her best friend, but more than that, she was someone Diana had known her entire life, one of the rare few whom she trusted to never judge her.
And so it was to the other girl that Diana had only been able to confess the entire sordid story.
Magnolia and Amine had been concerned as well, of course, and they had naturally wanted to know what could've happened to cause Diana to break down.
But all she had been able to do was shake her head, too ashamed of how stupid and gullible she had been.
Such a fool.
Stupid, stupid fool .
Panic clutched at her chest as Diana suddenly realized the many ways things could get worse. "What if he has a hidden camera in his office?" voice started to rise. "What if he's got pictures and—-"
The cry of hysteria Katya heard from the other end of the line had her silently cursing Professor Asshole for breaking her friend's heart. Diana had the sweetest, gentlest soul, and only the worst kind of asshole could have stomached the idea of causing her friend to shed even a single tear.
"Listen to me." Katya spoke in a purposely sharp voice, needing to distract Diana from entertaining pointlessly destructive thoughts. "I've looked the guy up, and while he's obviously shit when it comes to how he treats women, everything I've read tells me he's not the kind of asshole to extort women that way." She stopped speaking, letting the words sink in for a moment before adding quietly, "I know you're hurting. But you aren't doing yourself any favors by worrying things about you're both uncertain of and unable to control."
"It's just so hard, Kat." Another ragged sob shook Diana's form. "It just hurts so much."
"You're the one with the psychology degree between us, Di. So you tell me," Katya pressed. "Do you really think he's that kind of person?"
Diana dug her nails into her palm, seeing but not really seeing the way they left red crescent marks on her skin.
Do you really think he's that kind of person?
She dug harder, but the pain just wasn't enough.
Do you really think he's that kind of person?
Something splattered against her fingers, and it was only then she realized she was crying.
"You're right." Diana closed her eyes, and the tears fell harder. "He's not that kind of asshole." He was just someone who thought she was good enough for a ten-minute sex game...and nothing else.