When Everything Collided (On Hold)

Eggs

Zoe's POV
Shit! I woke up with the room spinning in circles. I slowly sat up, gritting my teeth. My head killed. I sat still, closing my eyes until a memory came back. Fuck no... I jump out of bed, shoving the blankets to one side of me. That's when I realise what I was wearing. Why didn't I get changed? I roll my eyes. The room spins more through doing so and I groan. I slowly walk over to my wardrobe. The spinning calming. I open the doors and pull out some leggings and a red flannel shirt. I dump them onto my bed and I strip. I change into some clean underwear then put the cloths on. Quickly, I run a brush through my hair, glancing at myself in the mirror. I looked a mess: bags under my eyes and smudged... wait was that smudged makeup?! Since when did I put on makeup and how did it get this smudged?! I exit my room and head towards the bathroom. Washing my face and brushing my teeth till they sparkled.
Then finally I head down stairs. To face the problem I sort of remembered...
I heard the sizzling of eggs before I even entered the kitchen. Sighing heavily, I open the door and there Bailey was. Stood behind the stove with a fork in hand and the frying pan handle in the other. She had clearly changed into some clean cloths herself being both:  jeans and a t-shirt.
I slowly moved forwards and Bailey looked up at me stating,"So how do you like your eggs in the morning? Fried or fertilised?" Her face showed no emotion what so ever.
"What!?" I ask and she just turned away from me, back to the eggs.
"Bailey what's wrong?" I ask as I move towards the kitchen cupboard. I needed some tablets my head still hurt. I pull out a glass and Bailey just ignores me.
"Bailey, what's wrong? What happened?" I ask as I find the paracetamol box. She sniggers but still doesn't answer. I pop two of the tablets then fill the glass with water.
"Did I do something?" I take the first then second tablet and that's when Bailey turns to face me.
"Do you seriously not remember!" She shouts and I step back surprised at her reaction. I definitely did something...
"You kissed Oliver for fucks sake!" She screams and my jaw drops.
"Shit!" I drop the glass and both our attentions follow it. Staring at the scattered pieces. "Oh my god." I say both at the glass hits the floor and as my  memory returns. I had been dared...
"It was a dare..." I whisper and Bailey snorts.
"You where dared to do seven minutes in heaven! Not to actually kiss each other!" Her voice was pulsing with anger and furry.
I think back and my memory is still blurry. But she was right.
"Bailey I'm sorry." I say meeting her eyes. She just glares at me. If looks could kill I'd would have been brutally murdered right there.
"You knew I liked him! You even apologised before you went in the cupboard with him! Why? Why did you even make me believe I could trust you!" She shouted at me and I felt like brutally murdering myself.
"Shit..." I whispered as I try to think of a good way to explain... "we where both drunk-" I start but she cuts me short.
"You where not drunk! You'd had half a bottle!" She pointed the fork threateningly at me, her face was red with anger.
"Oh for fuck sake... Okay I kissed him!" I cry out, "I made the first move. I don't know why but I took the opportunity given to me and I shouldn't have! I don't like him! I didn't mean for it to get that heated at all! He carried it on, I only kissed him!"
"You still kissed him!" Bailey fires back and I threw my arms about annoyed and frustrated. How could I explain this?
"I'm trying to figure something out! I was planning of kissing Fernando but I just arrrrr! I fucked up ok i admit it!"
"What the hell do you mean figure something out!?" Bailey states showing her confusion.
"I was figuring something out that I just..." I broke off feeling my throat close in on itself,"I fucked up." I mumbled and Bailey nods, turning back to the eggs.
"I wished I could explain better but I don't even know." I sighed and Bailey rolled her eyes.
"You didn't answer my question..." She smirks.
"What question?" I ask greeting out the brush, to clean up the broken glass.
"How do you like your eggs?" Bailey opens a cupboard pulling out two plates. I sighed heavily.
"I delved your hatred I do." I mumble.
"That still isn't answer..."
"I don't like eggs." I snap back and Bailey laughs.
"Suit yourself." She places her food onto her plate and I clean up the glass. I guess we're going to be living in silence or sassy comments... Just if I could figure myself out and it would be so much easier to explain... But really I don't know... I think I might be gay...