The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
She paused right in front of his chair and looked down athim. It was so odd, to be the taller one for once.“This might be inappropriate, but . . .” His jaw shifted, andhe closed his eyes for a second. As if to collect his thoughts.“Olive. You are really . . . You are extraordinary, and I cannotimagine that if you told Jeremy how you feel he wouldn’t . . .”He trailed off and then nodded. A punctuation of sorts, as hiswords and the way he’d said them brought her that muchcloser to tears.He thought it was Jeremy. Adam thought Olive had been inlove with Jeremy when they’d begun their arrangement—hethought she was still in love with him. Because she’d just tolda half-assed lie that she was too afraid to take back and—It was going to happen. She was going to cry, and what shewanted most in the world was to not do it in front of Adam.“I’ll see you next week, okay?” She didn’t wait for hisresponse and walked briskly toward the exit, her shoulderbumping into someone she should have apologized to. Onceshe was outside, she took a deep breath and marched to thebiology building, trying to empty her mind, forcing herself tothink about the section she was slated to TA later today, thefellowship application she’d promised Dr. Aslan she’d send bytomorrow, the fact that Anh’s sister would be in town nextweekend and had made plans to cook Vietnamese food foreveryone.A chilly wind weaved through the leaves of the campustrees, pushing Olive’s sweater against her body. She huggedherself and didn’t look back to the café. Fall had finally begun.
If I am bad at doing activity A, my chances ofHYPOTHESIS:asked to engage in activity A will rise exponentially.beingChapter TwelveCampus felt strangely empty with Adam gone, even on days inwhich she likely wouldn’t have met him anyway. It didn’tmake much sense: Stanford was most definitely not empty, butteeming with loud, annoying undergrads on their way to andfrom class. Olive’s life, too, was full: her mice were oldenough for the behavioral assays to be run, she’d finally gottenrevisions for a paper she’d submitted months earlier, and shehad to start making concrete plans for her move to Boston nextyear; the class she was TA’ing had a test coming up, andundergrads magically began to pop by during office hours,looking panicky and asking questions that were invariablyanswered in the first three lines of the syllabus.Malcolm spent a couple of days trying to convince Olive totell Adam the truth, and then became—thankfully—toodiscouraged by her stubbornness and too busy trying tomeditate away his own dating drama to insist. He did bakeseveral batches of butterscotch cookies, though, patently lyingthat he was “not rewarding your self-destructive behaviors,Olive, but just perfecting my recipe.” Olive ate them all, andhugged him from behind while he sprinkled sea salt on top ofthe last batch.On Saturday, Anh came over for beer and s’mores, and sheand Olive daydreamed about leaving academia and findingindustry jobs that paid a proper salary and acknowledged theexistence of free time.
- 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.
- Page 181 and 182: you need to get over it. For scienc
- Page 183: Chapter TenHYPOTHESIS: If I fall in
- Page 188 and 189: the whole idea was idiotic and a ca
- Page 190 and 191: added begrudgingly, “he’s not n
- Page 192 and 193: noticeably different from the Adam
- Page 194 and 195: “Ol.”“How would that conversa
- Page 196 and 197: The lie rolled off her tongue like
- Page 198 and 199: It was all Olive could do not to le
- Page 200 and 201: Olive looked at Adam, expecting him
- Page 202 and 203: “Not sure. Not sure Holden knows,
- Page 206 and 207: “We could, like, sleep in on Sund
- Page 208 and 209: Olive: Well, TSA is notoriously inc
- Page 210 and 211: “Adam being gone. Hell, even I mi
- Page 212 and 213: “But I could tell you so many jui
- Page 214 and 215: stricken and frantic. “I can’t.
- Page 216 and 217: crap her pants. “Right.” Olive
- Page 218 and 219: “Well.” He fidgeted with the ca
- Page 220 and 221: “You’re not mad, right?”“I
- Page 222 and 223: Possibilities. That’s what Adam
- Page 224 and 225: them. I do hate that I love them, t
- Page 226 and 227: Could room.With him.Olive knew full
- Page 228 and 229: She huffed, crossing her arms over
- Page 230 and 231: “No.” She winced.“Is it the p
- Page 232 and 233: “Adam, I’m pretty sure that if
- Page 234 and 235: me to cry under the shower?”“Th
- Page 236 and 237: to my professional career, general
- Page 238 and 239: “Hey.” Olive forced her face in
- Page 240 and 241: “What is it?”“Calories. To fu
- Page 242 and 243: She rolled her eyes. “For Dr. Asl
- Page 244 and 245: It didn’t go perfectly, either. S
- Page 246 and 247: friends, but maybe she could buy hi
- Page 248 and 249: “A pretty girl like you should kn
- Page 250 and 251: to spending more time with you next
- Page 252 and 253: “Nothing.” Her voice shook. It
If I am bad at doing activity A, my chances of
HYPOTHESIS:
asked to engage in activity A will rise exponentially.
being
Chapter Twelve
Campus felt strangely empty with Adam gone, even on days in
which she likely wouldn’t have met him anyway. It didn’t
make much sense: Stanford was most definitely not empty, but
teeming with loud, annoying undergrads on their way to and
from class. Olive’s life, too, was full: her mice were old
enough for the behavioral assays to be run, she’d finally gotten
revisions for a paper she’d submitted months earlier, and she
had to start making concrete plans for her move to Boston next
year; the class she was TA’ing had a test coming up, and
undergrads magically began to pop by during office hours,
looking panicky and asking questions that were invariably
answered in the first three lines of the syllabus.
Malcolm spent a couple of days trying to convince Olive to
tell Adam the truth, and then became—thankfully—too
discouraged by her stubbornness and too busy trying to
meditate away his own dating drama to insist. He did bake
several batches of butterscotch cookies, though, patently lying
that he was “not rewarding your self-destructive behaviors,
Olive, but just perfecting my recipe.” Olive ate them all, and
hugged him from behind while he sprinkled sea salt on top of
the last batch.
On Saturday, Anh came over for beer and s’mores, and she
and Olive daydreamed about leaving academia and finding
industry jobs that paid a proper salary and acknowledged the
existence of free time.