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It’s Sammy, holding on to Ben, because he’s feeling the Ben thing a little more than he is the Cassie one at the moment. Who’s this guy falling from the ductwork, and what’s he doing with my sister?
“This must be Sammy,�� Evan says.
“This is Sammy,�� I say. “Oh! And this is—��
“Ben Parish,�� Ben says.
“Ben Parish?�� Evan looks at me. That Ben Parish?
“Ben,�� I say, my face on fire. I want to laugh and crawl under the counter at the same time. “This is Evan Walker.��
“Is he your boyfriend?�� Sammy asks.
I don’t know what to say. Ben looks totally lost, Evan completely amused, and Sammy just damned curious. It’s my first truly awkward moment in the alien lair, and I’d been through my share of moments.
“He’s a friend from high school,�� I mutter.
And Evan corrects me, since it’s clear I’ve lost my mind. “Actually, Sam, Ben is Cassie’s friend from high school.��
“She’s not my friend,�� Ben says. “I mean, I guess I kind of remember her…�� Then Evan’s words sink in. “How do you know who I am?��
“He doesn’t!�� I fairly shout.
Cassie told me about you,�� Evan says. I elbow him in the ribs, and he gives me a look like What?
“Maybe we can chat about how everybody knows one another later”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“Cassie,�� Sam said in my ear. “Your nose is really big.��
“That’s because it’s broken.�� Like my heart, kid. It’s a set.”
― Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea

“Do you believe in God, Evan?��
“Sure I do.��
“I don’t. I mean, I don’t know. I did before the Others came. Or thought I did, when I thought about it at all. And then they came and…�� I have to stop for a second to collect myself. “Maybe there’s a God. Sammy thinks there is. But he also thinks there’s a Santa Claus. Still, every night I said his prayer with him, and it didn’t have anything to do with me. It was about Sammy and what he believed, and if you could have seen him take that fake soldier’s hand and follow him onto that bus…��
I’m losing it, and it doesn’t matter to me much. Crying is always easier in the dark. Suddenly my cold hand is blanketed by Evan’s warmer one, and his palm is as soft and smooth as the pillowcase beneath my cheek.
“It kills me,�� I sob. “The way he trusted. Like the way we trusted before they came and blew the whole goddamned world apart. Trusted that when it got dark there would be light. Trusted that when you wanted a fucking strawberry Frappuccino you could plop your ass in the car, drive down the street, and get yourself a fucking strawberry Frappuccino! Trusted��”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“I, um, I thought you might want this back.��
I pull out the battered old teddy bear and hold it toward him. He frowns and shakes his head and doesn’t reach for it, and I feel like he’s punched me in the gut.
Then my baby brother slaps that damned bear out of my hand and crushes his face against my chest, and beneath the odors of sweat and strong soap I can smell it, his smell, Sammy’s, my brother’s.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“Zombie!�� Sammy calls. “I knew it was you.��
Zombie?
“Where are you taking him?�� Ben says to me in a deep voice. I don’t remember it being that deep. Is my memory bad or is he lowering it on purpose, to sound older?
“Zombie, that’s Cassie,�� Sam chides him. “You know—Cassie.��
“Cassie?�� Like he’s never heard the name before.
“Zombie?�� I say, because I really haven’t heard that name before.
I pull off the cap, thinking it might help him recognize me, then immediately regret it. I know what my hair must look like.
“We go to the same high school,�� I say, drawing my fingers hastily through my chopped-off locks. “I sit in front of you in Honors Chemistry.��
Ben shakes his head like he’s clearing out the cobwebs.
Sammy goes, “I told you she was coming.��
“Quiet, Sam,�� I scold him.
“Sam?�� Ben asks.
“My name is Nugget now, Cassie,�� Sam informs me.
“Well, sure it is.�� I turn to Ben. “You know my brother.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave