The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
“If you were a half-decent ally to any of the grads in thedepartment, you would just dump your fucking boyfriend.”“How— Do you even realize how little sense you are . . .”No reason to finish her sentence, since Greg was stormingout of the lab and slamming the door behind him, clearlyuninterested in anything Olive might have wanted to add. Sheran a hand down her face, unsettled by what had justhappened.“He’s not . . . he doesn’t really mean it. Not about you, atleast,” Chase said while scratching his head. A nice reminderthat he’d been standing there, in the room, for the entirety ofthis conversation. Front-row seat. It was going to take maybefifteen minutes before everyone in the program knew about it.“Greg needs to graduate in the spring with his wife. So thatthey can find postdocs together. They don’t want to live apart,you know.”She nodded—she hadn’t known, but she could imagine.Some of her anger dissipated. “Yeah, well.” Being horrible tome isn’t going to make his thesis work go any faster, she didn’tadd.Chase sighed. “It’s not personal. But you have tounderstand that it’s weird for us. Because Carlsen . . . Maybehe wasn’t on any of your committees, but you must know thekind of guy he is, right?”She was unsure how to respond.“And now you guys are dating, and . . .” Chase shruggedwith a nervous smile. “It shouldn’t be a matter of taking sides,but sometimes it can feel like it, you know?”Chase’s words lingered for the rest of the day. Olivethought about them as she ran her mice through herexperimental protocols, and then later while she tried to figureout what to do with those two outliers that made her findings
Olive: Did you just fail Greg?tricky to interpret. She mulled it over while biking home, hotwind warming her cheeks and ruffling her hair, and whileeating two slices of the saddest pizza ever. Malcolm had beenon a health kick for weeks now (something about cultivatinghis gut microbiome) and refused to admit that cauliflowercrust did not taste good.Among her friends, Malcolm and Jeremy had hadunpleasant dealings with Adam in the past, but after the initialshock they didn’t seem to hold Olive’s relationship with himagainst her. She hadn’t concerned herself too much with thefeelings of other grads. She had always been a bit of a loner,and focusing on the opinion of people she barely interactedwith seemed like a wasteful use of time and energy. Still,maybe there was a glimmer of truth in what Greg had said.Adam had been anything but a jerk to Olive, but did acceptinghis help while he acted horribly toward her fellow grads makeher a bad person?Olive lay on her unmade bed, looking up at the glow-inthe-darkstars. It had been more than two years since she’dborrowed Malcolm’s stepladder and carefully stuck them onthe ceiling; the glue was starting to give out, and the largecomet in the corner by the window was going to fall off anyday. Without letting herself think it through too much, sherolled out of bed and rummaged inside the pockets of herdiscarded jeans until she found her cell phone.She hadn’t used Adam’s number since he’d given it to her afew days ago—“If anything comes up or you need to cancel,just give me a call. It’s quicker than an email.” When shetapped the blue icon under his name a white screen popped up,a blank slate with no history of previous messages. It gaveOlive an odd rush of anxiety, so much so that she typed thetext with one hand while biting the thumbnail on the other.
- Page 80 and 81: little unsettling, the realization
- Page 82 and 83: Olive smiled back, gesturing at Ada
- Page 84 and 85: herring for breakfast on the reg. M
- Page 87 and 88: WAS LATE for her second fake-dating
- Page 89 and 90: “I worked.”They got in line to
- Page 91 and 92: department chair this morning. He
- Page 93 and 94: “Is that so?”“Mmm.”His mout
- Page 95 and 96: “The time difference screwed me u
- Page 97 and 98: that he wasn’t planning to. Olive
- Page 99 and 100: “That is, I, um . . . never put t
- Page 101 and 102: “What kind of question is that?
- Page 103 and 104: “Who?”“Tom,” Adam said, a t
- Page 105 and 106: Olive had no idea he was giving a t
- Page 107: Adam laughed silently just as Tom s
- Page 110 and 111: “Hey—sorry.” She gestured in
- Page 112 and 113: Because millions of dollars in rese
- Page 114 and 115: torso. He didn’t say anything but
- Page 116 and 117: pitch her voice. “Or do you maybe
- Page 118 and 119: Cherie just standing there, chattin
- Page 120 and 121: “Because you moved the truck. I
- Page 122 and 123: this time with the sleeve of his sh
- Page 124 and 125: “The— Oh.” Adam rolled his ey
- Page 127 and 128: with an uneasy expression and start
- Page 129: “Yeah, well.” He stood and walk
- Page 137 and 138: In the back seat Olive and Jeremy e
- Page 139 and 140: a six-pack?”Jeremy blinked. “Mi
- Page 141 and 142: 1.5. Okay, I don’t like this. Jer
- Page 143 and 144: had a choice. Any choice. Especiall
- Page 145 and 146: “So.” Her mouth was dry. “Thi
- Page 147 and 148: She pinched him lightly on the unde
- Page 149 and 150: Adam nodded, Tom spun around and he
- Page 151: “What? No.”“Because that’s
- Page 154 and 155: “Should you be having caffeine at
- Page 156 and 157: “Can’t stand chocolate.”Olive
- Page 158 and 159: He glared, but she was starting to
- Page 160 and 161: “There are things you can do abou
- Page 162 and 163: the person she loved the most, but
- Page 164 and 165: He nodded, thoughtful. “You’re
- Page 166 and 167: jeans. “We’re friends. We weren
- Page 169 and 170: Olive: Tom just invited me to your
- Page 171 and 172: she’d sent. “To make sure I und
- Page 173 and 174: Once they were in Adam’s car—a
- Page 175 and 176: Adam was still around. The reason s
- Page 177 and 178: “I will if you get pumpkin stuff.
- Page 179 and 180: “It literally takes ten minutes.
Olive: Did you just fail Greg?
tricky to interpret. She mulled it over while biking home, hot
wind warming her cheeks and ruffling her hair, and while
eating two slices of the saddest pizza ever. Malcolm had been
on a health kick for weeks now (something about cultivating
his gut microbiome) and refused to admit that cauliflower
crust did not taste good.
Among her friends, Malcolm and Jeremy had had
unpleasant dealings with Adam in the past, but after the initial
shock they didn’t seem to hold Olive’s relationship with him
against her. She hadn’t concerned herself too much with the
feelings of other grads. She had always been a bit of a loner,
and focusing on the opinion of people she barely interacted
with seemed like a wasteful use of time and energy. Still,
maybe there was a glimmer of truth in what Greg had said.
Adam had been anything but a jerk to Olive, but did accepting
his help while he acted horribly toward her fellow grads make
her a bad person?
Olive lay on her unmade bed, looking up at the glow-inthe-dark
stars. It had been more than two years since she’d
borrowed Malcolm’s stepladder and carefully stuck them on
the ceiling; the glue was starting to give out, and the large
comet in the corner by the window was going to fall off any
day. Without letting herself think it through too much, she
rolled out of bed and rummaged inside the pockets of her
discarded jeans until she found her cell phone.
She hadn’t used Adam’s number since he’d given it to her a
few days ago—“If anything comes up or you need to cancel,
just give me a call. It’s quicker than an email.” When she
tapped the blue icon under his name a white screen popped up,
a blank slate with no history of previous messages. It gave
Olive an odd rush of anxiety, so much so that she typed the
text with one hand while biting the thumbnail on the other.