The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
Olive chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to come upwith something meaningful to say and failing miserably. “I’mreally sorry.”“Olive, do you guys talk about this stuff?” Chase asked outof the blue, eyeing her suspiciously. “Did he tell you he wasn’tgoing to pass Greg?”“What? No. No, I . . .” I talk to him for exactly fifteenminutes a week. And, okay, I’ve kissed him. Twice. And I sat onhis lap. Once. But it’s just that, and Adam—he speaks verylittle. I actually wish he spoke more, since I know nothingabout him, and I’d like to know at least something. “No, hedoesn’t. I think it would be against regulations if he did.”“God.” Greg slammed his palm against the edge of thebench, making her jump. “He’s such a dick. What a sadisticpiece of shit.”Olive opened her mouth to—to do what, precisely? Todefend Adam? He was a dick. She had seen him be a dick. Infull action. Maybe not recently, and maybe not to her, but ifshe’d wanted to count on her fingers the number ofacquaintances who’d ended up in tears because of him,well . . . She would need both her hands, and then her toes.Maybe borrow some of Chase’s, too.“Did he say why, at least? What you have to change?”“Everything. He wants me to change my control conditionand add another one, which is going to make the project tentimes more time-consuming. And the way he said it, his air ofsuperiority—he is so arrogant.”Well. It was no news, really. Olive scratched her temple,trying not to sigh. “It sucks. I’m sorry,” she repeated oncemore, at a loss for anything better and genuinely feeling forGreg.
“Yeah, well.” He stood and walked around his bench,coming to a stop in front of Olive. “You should be.”She froze. Surely she must have misheard. “Excuse me?”“You’re his girlfriend.”“I . . .” Really am not. But. Even if she had been. “Greg,I’m only dating him. I am not him. How would I haveanything to do with—”“You’re fine with all of this. With him acting like that—like an asshole on a power trip. You don’t give a shit about theway he treats everyone in the program, otherwise youwouldn’t be able to stomach being with him.”At his tone, she took a step back.Chase lifted his hands in a peacekeeping gesture, coming tostand between them. “Hey, now. Let’s not—”“I’m not the one who failed you, Greg.”“Maybe. But you don’t care that half of the departmentlives in terror of your boyfriend, either.”Olive felt anger bubbling up. “That is not true. I am able toseparate my professional relationships and my personalfeelings for him—”“Because you don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself.”“That is unfair. What am I supposed to do?”“Get him to stop failing people.”“Get him—” Olive sputtered. “Greg, how is this a rationalresponse for you to have about Adam’s failing you—”“Ah. Adam, is it?”She gritted her teeth. “Yes. Adam. What should I call myboyfriend to better please you? Professor Carlsen?”
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Olive chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to come up
with something meaningful to say and failing miserably. “I’m
really sorry.”
“Olive, do you guys talk about this stuff?” Chase asked out
of the blue, eyeing her suspiciously. “Did he tell you he wasn’t
going to pass Greg?”
“What? No. No, I . . .” I talk to him for exactly fifteen
minutes a week. And, okay, I’ve kissed him. Twice. And I sat on
his lap. Once. But it’s just that, and Adam—he speaks very
little. I actually wish he spoke more, since I know nothing
about him, and I’d like to know at least something. “No, he
doesn’t. I think it would be against regulations if he did.”
“God.” Greg slammed his palm against the edge of the
bench, making her jump. “He’s such a dick. What a sadistic
piece of shit.”
Olive opened her mouth to—to do what, precisely? To
defend Adam? He was a dick. She had seen him be a dick. In
full action. Maybe not recently, and maybe not to her, but if
she’d wanted to count on her fingers the number of
acquaintances who’d ended up in tears because of him,
well . . . She would need both her hands, and then her toes.
Maybe borrow some of Chase’s, too.
“Did he say why, at least? What you have to change?”
“Everything. He wants me to change my control condition
and add another one, which is going to make the project ten
times more time-consuming. And the way he said it, his air of
superiority—he is so arrogant.”
Well. It was no news, really. Olive scratched her temple,
trying not to sigh. “It sucks. I’m sorry,” she repeated once
more, at a loss for anything better and genuinely feeling for
Greg.