She knew she was sleeping with Moose for all the wrong reasons. She didn't even really like him. Sure, he was hot and he had that cute canadian accent that made her melt but that was about it. The main reason she had sex with him was for revenge.
And because she knew it would get back to Beck.
But she already regretted it. The sex had been meaningless and lacking and awkward. She could care less if she ever saw or spoke to the hockey player ever again.
Her and Beck had always had great sex. He knew her body so well and knew exactly where to touch and how to make her feel good. She always finished and he always made sure she felt loved every single second of it. Sex with Moose hadn't been like that.
She did it to get a reaction from Beck. Anger, jealously, sadness, anything. All she wanted was for him to show that he still cared. And if she was honest with herself, she was trying to hurt him the same way he had hurt her. Sleeping with his friend seemed like an easy way to do it.
She'd secretly hoped he'd come running. Take her by the hand and drag her away to the janitors closet and scream at her for what she did. Tell her what she did was fucked up. React in some type of way - but no.
She thought about all the girls she'd seen him with over the last few months and how none of them had lasted. She wondered if he felt the same way as her. And for the first time, she wondered if maybe she was just as bad as him?