The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

Olive looked at Adam, expecting him to deny that, too. But
Adam just half smiled, met Holden’s eyes, and said, “It was
quite phenomenal.”
“Picture this, Olive. Early two thousands. Preppy,
ridiculously expensive all-male DC school. Two gay students
in grade twelve. Well, two of us that were out, anyway. Richie
Muller and I date for the entirety of senior year—and then he
dumps me three days before prom for some guy he’d been
having a thing with for months.”
“He was a prick,” Adam muttered.
“I have three choices. Not go to the dance and mope at
home. Go alone and mope at school. Or, have my best friend
—who was planning on staying home and moping over
gamma-aminobutyric acids—come as my date. Guess which?”
Olive gasped. “How did you convince him?”
“That’s the thing, I didn’t. When I told him about what
Richie did, he offered!”
“Don’t get used to it,” Adam mumbled.
“Can you believe it, Olive?”
That Adam would pretend to be in a relationship with
someone to get them out of a miserable situation? “Nope.”
“We held hands. We slow-danced. We made Richie spit out
his punch and regret every single one of his wretched choices.
Then we went home and played even more Final Fantasy. It
was the shit.”
“It was surprisingly fun,” Adam conceded, almost
reluctantly.
Olive looked at him, and a realization dawned on her:
Holden was Adam’s Anh. His person. It was obvious that
Adam and Tom were very close, too, but the relationship