Alternate: 300 years into the future

Chapter 11

"This is so exciting - I wonder where Kat is."
"Oh my god, this is my first party. This is so great! Have you still got the booze in your backpack?"
"Of course I have."
I looked around at all the people dancing and jumping energetically. The music pounded in my ears - it was electrifying.
I followed them through the crowd near the DJ stand.
A girl stood beside the stand, bobbing  her head to the music. She had jet black hair with yellow streaks in them.
"Nyla?" She yelled through the music.
"Kat!" Nyla yelled back at her. They exchanged a sort of fist pump hand gesture.
"This one of your friends?" She asked her. "Queen is or somethin'?"
"It's Queno." Queno said to her chirpy.
"Cool, nice to meet you. And who's this?" She looked at me.
"I'm-" I started. She stared at me waiting for an answer.
"I'm Alexa." I lied.
"Alexa, huh? That's an English name."
"Yeah, her family's kinda Old school." Nyla answered for me.
"She one of you?"
"Nah. Just an acquaintance."
Kat looked me up and down twice. I think she was trying to decide whether or not she believed us.
"That's cool." She smiled. I sighed a small sigh of relief - small enough that she couldn't notice.
"You bring booze?" Kat turned her attention back to Nyla.
Nyla brought the bottle out of her backpack.
"Nice. Drinks on me!" Kat screamed and the whole room cheered at her, then continued dancing.
Kat walked away and Queno looked at me and Nyla.
"Do we really need to lie?"
"Never know who you can trust nowadays, right?"
Nyla smirked at me. Weird.
"Now, enough about that. Let's have some fun."

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"This is THE best party ever. Have I said that already?" Queno screamed through the music. The ground was shaking and my heart was beating loudly in my chest. The music made the room seem like it was moving:
Nyla wandered off somewhere with some other friends she made and Queno was dancing while I sat across from her on a couch, casually sipping a bottle of water.
"I'm gonna get something to drink. I usually don't but, maybe the outside changes me. You want anything?" She asked me.
"I'm fine." I said, and she walked away.
I was uncomfortable being by myself. People were different here.
I felt the couch beside me lower and I looked to my right.
A guy around my age sat opposite the couch. He had pale skin, light blonde hair and luminous blue eyes.
"Hey," he grinned at me. His skin almost seemed lighter than his teeth.
"Uh, hey." I replied back at him.
He shifted slightly closer to me on the couch.
"Alexa, right?" He asked me.
Word gets around fast.
"Yeah." I responded, taking another sip of water. "Um, and you are?"
"I am," he began, moving in closer to me on the couch. "Really attracted to you." he smiled again. One of his arms her around my shoulder and the other was lightly touching my thigh.
He shifted really close to me and I backed away as much as I could until I realised I was on the edge of the couch.
His eyes were shut, obviously coming in for me to kiss him or something.
I mean he was attractive, don't get me wrong - I'm just trying not to be interested in guys three hundred years older than me.
Hypocritical, right? Here I am, crushing on a guy I live with.
His face was way too close for my liking.
Suddenly, I looked past his shoulder and spotted a tall figure. It was the same fucking guy from the Supermarket. The guy that chased us down the aisle.
"I - I gotta go." I leaped up off of the couch.
"Wait -" he called for me.
I pushed my way through the couch to the drinks table. Queno and Nyla were socialising beside the drinks.
"Alyssa, were you just talking to Gero Morre? I've heard he hasn't dated a girl in years. Damn, what did he say?" Queno badgered me with questions.
"Guys, we have to go." I said out of breath. I could see that the man was pushing his way through the crowd towards us.
"Alyssa, we got here like an hour ago. I don't know what parties you went to in 2016 but here that's practically two minutes." Nyla rolled her eyes and took another sip.
"No, we have to go. It's the guy from the Supermarket. He's here. Fuck guys, let's go." I spoke quickly.
"Wait, slow down-" Queno said.
"The.. - who?" Nyla asked me.
I grabbed them both and ran through the crowd through the exit. We ran out through the door and I ran down the stairs.
"Let go - Alyssa,"
"The guy from the Supermarket. The one with the weird uniform thingy and the dark glasses and -"
"Oh, fuck. Malis is here. Fuck, we have to leave - ASAP."
We ran out of the building and looked up. The man was looking down from the rooftop. As soon as he spotted us, he whispered something to himself and then ran towards the exit.
"He's coming. We have to go."
We ran towards the way we came. The girls were about fifty times faster than me. I think it's my fault for always skipping Gym during high school.
Did I say that already?

*
"I think we lost him." Nyla turned around and stopped running. We've probably already ran a fucking mile. I'm so not fit enough for this.
"Who was that guy anyway?" I said, hands on knees panting.
"Malis. Well, not Malis, Malis - just a guard. Probably sent by-"
"Don't say his name, Queno. It's not safe out here."
"Who's name?"
"I don't know. Can't say it. Look, Alyssa. You're probably finding it hard to understand but Malis is watching. Malis is always watching. And listening. And can probably hear every single word I'm saying right now."
Their logic is pretty stupid. If Malis is listening, why couldn't they send their troops over to us? I mean, Tymo is at fucking war with them. I'm pretty sure if they could see us, we'd be fucking dead. I'm pretty sure she's trying to freak me out.
We were walking forward and I could finally see the HQ ahead of us.
"What a day." Queno smiled. "This is the best time I've had in long."
For me? Probably the worst. This whole trip has been nothing but foot blisters and panting out of breathe. It seems like we ran for longer than we partied.
"Do we have to go back?" Nyla looked at Queno.
"Nyla, you know we can't just run away. Where would we go? And everyone we're leaving behind. It's not a great idea. Do you even remember what happened the last time you tried to run away?"
"I knew you'd bring that up."
"Because it's relevant in this situation. Nyla, you can't run away. Nothing great came out of it last time."
"I know. And it's all my fault. God, it's all my fault."
We were still walking towards the building. I was really curious about the story behind their conversation, but I just shut up. It's none of my business.
For now.

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