Government.â
I groaned. âLiar.â
I knocked on his door, and he yelled, âCome in.â He was lying on the couch with his legs propped up wearing the same clothes Iâd last seen him in. He was still undeniably attractive, yet there was something pathetic about him today.
âWhat happened?â I asked.
âWhat happened?â
âYou look rough.â
âBeing hit by a car will do that to you.â
âYou look worse, and I donât think you got hit by a second car.â
âWell, youâre no beauty yourself.â
I smiled. âOf course, I am. You told me so.â
âBelieve me, I wish I could take that back, but what happened with Kailee?â
âKailee?â I had no idea what he was talking about. I hadnât even spoken to her in a week. Then I realized Caleb hadnât been at school. She must have only recently found the time to tell on me, and I laughed. I didnât regret it, and I had no intention of apologizing for it. Still, I wasnât about to let Calebâs little fake blonde redneck girlfriend run us out of town. It took my mother forever to find the nursing job here, and I suspected that was because of government reservations for refugees.
âMirriam, youâre not at home anymore. You canât go around threatening people. People here have it out for ragâMid Easterners anyway.â
Calebâs slip made me laugh harder. âRagheads? Itâs okay, infidel. You can say it.â
âI didnât meanââ
I put my hand up to stop him. âI know. Itâs okay. And I didnât threaten your girlfriend, so you donât have to worry.â
âSheâs not my girlfriend.â
âBut you havenât been at school all week, and you know about it.â
âHey, I havenât talked to Kailee.â
âIt doesnât matter. Either way, it doesnât change the fact that you got me out of the house for her.â
âWhy do you keep saying that? I have no idea what youâre talking about. What did you say to Kailee, Mirriam? Josh said sheâs threatening to have you arrested.â
I pursed my lips. âHmm. I may have asked her if she wanted to be the first headless cheerleader on YouTube. But I didnât threaten to do anything.â
âWhy would you do that? You have it hard enough here.â
âLike you care.â
Calebâs eyes went wide as his brows knit together, forming a crease in his forehead. âHey, you know what? You shot me down in front of my friends. You cut me down in front of people every chance you get, and Iâve still been the only person telling people to watch what they call you since you showed up. So donât attack me.â
It was true. I hadnât exactly been nice to Caleb, and while he hadnât exactly been nice to me either, until the paint incident, he was never cruel. His monologue was convincing. Either he had been defending me when I wasnât around, or he was a very a good liar, and I couldnât decide which.
âOkay. I told your stupid little tramp to stay away from my house and my family or become a headless cheerleader. I think you know Iâm not a terrorist, and I donât behead people. I had to say something. I donât even know why she hates me, but it was my fault we left Iraq. It wonât be my fault we have to leave here, too.â
Calebâs eyes softened. He looked like he was about to say something, but I didnât give him a chance. He called my name and struggled to stand, as I walked out the front door.
Chapter 14
Caleb
M had lost her mind. I had no idea why she kept saying I got her out of the house, or what she thought Kailee did. Even if I did, she had still lost her mind. It wasnât like Mirriam singlehandedly started a war. It didnât make sense that she thought it was her fault they had to leave Iraq.
The night at the library flickered