You couldn't do this. The double doors leading to the ballroom were both open, but nerves clogged your throat; your heart pounding with anxiety. Why should you have to go to something as pointless as a party? Had you gone to one of these before? You didn't even know!

"Honey, what's the holdup? Didn't I say Andale?" Your mother placed a hand on your shoulder and steered you in, making you tense up.

Guests were dotted around the room, loud chattering echoing through the large hall whilst some of the crowd danced to the classical music - provided via speakers. There was a long banquet table one one side of the room and spaces to sit on the other; the party seeming much more elegant than a usual one.

"Ah, Clarissa! Such a delight to attend another one of your parties!" A male boomed, striding up to both you and your mother with another lady.

"I'm honoured you'd choose to grace us with your presence, Mr and Mrs Holloway. This is my daughter, (Y/n) - isn't she a gorgeous girl?" Your mother responded excitedly, the sparkling spotlight turning to you.

"I'll say, what a precious little thing she is~" Mrs Holloway exclaimed as she clasped your hand with both of hers.

"She looks like a delicate ballerina in that dress. What angelic attire!" Mr Holloway pleasantly praised, smiling at you.

"Thank y-"

"I know, I know! I chose it myself, I just couldn't see her in anything but a pure-pearl colour, y'know? It's simply divine." Your mother cut across you proudly, and you gritted your teeth. You were the one that chose that dress - she wanted a pathetic pink one for heaven's sake! But still, you forced a smile and stayed quiet, praying that the evening would pass by quickly.

"Come Helena, let's get some drinks. I don't know about you but I'm craving some Pinot Noir this fine evening." Mr Holloway pulled his wife towards the long table, cutting the conversation short.

"I think I'm going to get a drink too." You muttered sourly - trying to get away from her.

"In a minute darling! Oh, oh, Melissa! Come meet my daughter, she's home at last!" Your mother crowed gleefully, dragging you towards someone else.

"Oh Clari dear, she's an absolute darling. She looks particularly pretty tonight." "Melissa" cooed brightly; her cheeks bright pink from too much blush. This lady then surprised you by kissing each side of your cheek, giving some fake giggles soon after.

"I'm going to go get a drink!" You spoke loudly, snapping a little as you rose your voice. Then you hurriedly smiled, not wanting to burst their snobbish bubbles.

"Come back soon, sweetheart. You'll need to be introduce to everyone!" Hell. To. The. No. You flashed your mother a fake grin before rushing over to the drink part of the table, letting out a frustrated sigh. This is going to be one long fucking night.

"Party getting you down, sweets?" You almost knocked over the several bottles of wine as you jumped - recognising the voice. What in the name of God was Ferris doing here?

"Ferris?! What are you doing here?" You gasped in shock, catching a bottle of wine before it crashed to the ground.

"I was invited." He innocently replied.

"Bullshit." You called him out on the lie straightaway; knowing that wasn't true. Your mother had called Ferris a filthy man - as if she'd invite him after saying that!

"Alright, you caught me. I snuck in - don't sell me out." Ferris chuckled and you rolled your eyes, managing a real smile this time.

"I wasn't planning on it. So what is my stalker doing at a stuck-up party like this? Stalking me again are you?" You interrogated lightheartedly, folding your arms.

"You told me to find the telekinetic girl and I have." He smoothly remarked.

"Well where is she?" You turned around to peek at the guests, wondering which one was the mysterious girl.

"She's right next to me." Ferris answered nonchalantly, causing your eyes to widen. Did he mean...you? There were no girls around you two - both of you were near the corner of the hall. You let out an amused laugh, your eyes relaxing whilst you brushed his claim off.

"Yeah...no. Time to drop the joke, bud. It was a silly bet and I didn't mean it literally. Now if you excuse me, I have to go and mingle with the most boring, pretentious people in the world." You huffed in annoyance, going to move past him.

"You said you'd let me prove it, so let me fucking prove it to you." He growled, blocking your path as his temper grew thin.

"I. Don't. Have. Powers." You shot back sharply, shooting him a dark glare and becoming stubborn.

"You are one stubborn bitch, you know that?" Ferris shook his head, cold anger glinting in his scarlet eyes. Wait scarlet? He had green eyes! Your eyes widened at the sudden eye colour change - what in the hell was going on?

"Y-Your eyes... They're...They're red! I thought they were green." You stammered; your irritation subsiding. A smug grin worked itself onto his face as he clicked his fingers - the colour changing back to the usual pixie-green.

"Ah, so you're finally catching on. Are you going to let me prove it or not?" Ferris asked finally, and you hesitated.

"How are you going to prove it in a room full of people?" You challenged him - acting like a child and trying to nitpick his power claims.

"I'll prove it somewhere else. Can't do it here, your mother might disown you right here and now." He smirked; now having the upper hand.

"My mother wouldn't disown me. She's introducing me to all these people because she's proud of me." You argued hotly.

"Why'd she slap you then?" Ferris had that taunting tone to his voice, the same one he used at the restaurant.

"Because I asked a rude question." You roughly retorted and his smile widened.

"Oh you did, did you? I think she slapped you for something else." The taunting become stronger and you fought the urge to hit him.

"And what would that be, huh?" You hissed as you clenched your fists, wildly defensive.

"She's afraid of you. I bet she was happy when you lost your memories - because then you wouldn't remember the cruel things they did to you." Ferris maliciously murmured, his green eyes shining with evil intent.

"What they...did to me...?" You narrowed your eyes; confused by his statement. What exactly did your parents do that was so harsh? Ferris was probably just making shit up-

"Oh come on. Are you really that naive? Do you really think she loves you like any other caring mother? She loves you now because she thinks you're normal. Back when you were a kid she fucking despised you." He spoke darkly, grinning like the crazy Cheshire Cat.

"Just what do you know about my childhood?!" You snapped at him - turning away from the smug male as tears threatened to show. No...you wouldn't cry; he was just...just making shit up.

"I know a lot more than you do, judging by your amnesia." Ferris cockily mocked.

"Fuck you. You don't know anything about me. In fact just leave me alone! Get out!" You exploded and slammed your fist on the table, startled when a wine glass shattered. You didn't even touch it, and the slamming wasn't hard enough to break so...what was that?

"If I don't know anything about you then what was that, huh?" He pointed towards the broken glass - his gaze superior again.

"That was-That was...nothing! An accident! Something I didn't do!" You stormed away, your anger bubbling to the surface. However you stopped when he wrapped his hands around your waist and forced you to stay still; now going serious.

"Listen to me sweets. You can either let mommy wrap you around her little pinky finger or you can wake the fuck up and snap out of playing the perfect daughter. Your choice." Ferris's lips grazed your earlobe as he spoke into your ear, holding you in place while he got his message across.

What were you going to choose?