Assyrian.â
âWhatâs that?â
âSyrian Christian. Think Catholic. In fact, I go to the Catholic church because there isnât an Assyrian church around. Itâs basically the same.â
âBut when people at school call you a raghead, you never say anything.â
I shrugged. âItâs part true. Some things are cultural for all of us, kind of like atheists here still celebrate Christmas.â
Caleb nodded.
The pizza came, and with it, the mood lightened. We got off the subject of my mantilla, and Caleb started cracking jokes. They werenât very good, so I laughed at how bad they were. Once I laughed too soon and he said, âI havenât got to the punch line yet.â
âItâs okay. I already know itâs bad.â
Caleb grinned and threw a piece of lettuce at me. I was having fun for the first time in I couldnât remember how long, and tonight I was asking the questions.
âWhat do you want to do after high school?â
He grinned. âYou wonât like it.â
âOkay?â
âIâll probably enlist. But I havenât signed yet. I was All-State this year, so I have a couple of big athletic scholarships my mom wants me to use instead. What about you?â
âI want to be an engineer.â I grabbed another slice of pizza.
âWhat kind?â
âCivil. I want to build things, not destroy them.â
âImpressive.â
âI guess.â
There was a game room in the back of the restaurant. Caleb and I had been so busy talking neither of us paid any attention to who might be back there, until Kailee appeared in front of our table.
âHi, Caleb,â she cooed without even acknowledging I was there.
âKailee,â he said.
Now Kailee looked at me. âAre you the reason he had to take off so early on me Friday night?â
I tried to hide my emotions, but I was peeved. The thought had crossed my mind that Caleb was late because he blew me off for Kevinâs party, but to have it confirmed like this flustered me. âHow would I know?â
A brunette appeared behind Kailee. Iâd seen her around school, but I didnât have any classes with her, so I didnât know her name.
âAre you the new girl from Iraq?â she asked.
âI guess.â
âI thought you talked funny,â she said.
âActually, I speak correctly.â
âHow did you learn English so fast?â Kailee asked.
âKailee,â Caleb scolded. He wasnât really defending me, but at least he wasnât defending her. Then again, what was there to defend me from? They were patronizing me, but they hadnât said anything blatantly insulting. Yet.
âIâve spoken English since kindergarten,â I said. âI speak Aramaic and Spanish, too.â
The brunette looked impressed, but Kailee said, âWeird. Why would you need all that in Arabia?â
Arabia? Oh my God. âImportant languages. Besides, a person has to be really dense not to want to learn beyond their needs, donât you think?â I smiled at her.
Kailee glared at me. âCaleb, can I talk to you?â
âYouâre doing a pretty good job of it,â he said.
âAlone,â she snapped.
Caleb rolled his eyes, but stood. âIâll be back,â he said to me. He followed Kailee to the open entrance of the game room, leaving me with this brunette whose name I didnât know.
âThey were together for six months, you know. But everyone knew they were going to get together. People had been waiting on it since junior high. He loves her.â
âGood for him,â I said. âBut when I talk about her, it never seems like it.â That last line came out more defensive than I meant for it to. Why did I care anyway? I had no interest in Caleb Miller. He was just my government partner.
I glanced back to the entrance of the game room. Kailee had her hands on her hips, her