bucks.â
I grabbed a Mountain Dew from a bucket of ice on the coffee table because I couldnât show up buzzed and turned for the door, but Kailee saw me on my way out. âHey, Caleb,â she said.
âCanât talk.â I walked past her. She was on my heels, and I caught her death glare out of the corner of my eye.
I had no idea why I cared. I could just call Mirriam and tell her Iâd be late. No, I canât because I donât have her number. If I donât show up, sheâll hate me more.
I had to make it there. I ran the whole way. By the time I reached the library, sweat beads dribbled down my face.
Chapter 7
Mirriam
I walked home from school on Friday alone. Caleb got a ride with the jocksâassuming his Jeep ever broke down in the first place. I enjoyed the solace. He really was the most annoying guy Iâd ever met.
I showered, changed clothes, and packed something for dinner before heading to the library. What a surprise. Caleb wasnât there. I checked the clock on my phone. I was ten minutes early. A debate or something else that didnât require too much cooperation was our most solid bet. I didnât know how many study sessions with Caleb Miller I could stomach. I took out a notebook and started brainstorming ideas for projects that could be divided and conquered without too much joint effort. I turned the page and started brainstorming specific debate topics. Caleb hadnât shown up yet, and now he was ten minutes late.
I didnât know which debate topic was best, and I didnât think it was a decision I should have to make alone. But I did think I could use the same sources for most of these topics. I searched for books in Killeenâs pathetic library. It was one storyâa single roomâand the librarians hadnât completely learned the ânewâ electronic system, so trying to find anything was like looking for an earring in rubble.
Another big surpriseâall I managed to find was American propaganda. I could do better than this online. Actually, I would do better than this, when I got home tonight Iâd go online and see what I could find. I was tempted to have someone back home send me something, but no one knew where I was. They couldnât. It was safer for everyone that way. I could probably buy an Iraqi publication online, though.
I checked the clock on my phone again. Zmal, is this jerk going to show? Heâs half an hour late. I promised Abrahem if I was here after dark, Iâd call for a ride, even though I didnât like the idea of him having to leave work to pick me up. If I left now, I would have plenty of time to get home before dark, and why should I spend all night here when my dumb jock partner was out partying?
I shoved the books in my bag and headed for the door. I nearly walked into Caleb in the doorway.
âGivinâ up on me?â
I rolled my eyes. âYouâre late.â
âGot stuck in traffic.â
âToo many rednecks on their way to a football game?â Of course, I knew it wasnât football season. I heard people lament it every day.
âYour English is really good for a foreigner.â
âYour English is really good for a Texan.â
I tried to step around him, but he blocked me. Caleb was a big guy, but even in a heated argument, Iâd never felt threatened by him. I didnât like being trapped by an All-American Boy, though. I attempted to glare at him, but my look must have been more hesitant or scared than angry, because Caleb put his hands up in front of him with open palms as if to say, âIâm sorryâ and stepped back.
âSo Iâm late, but Iâm here. Donât you think we should work?â
âYouâve wasted half an hour of my time.â
âYouâre willing to make your first B over half an hour?â
Like Iâd make a B anyhow. Butâ¦
âHow did you know Iâve never made a