The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“No. Okay, yes, but don’t focus on celebrities, focus on
real life people—”
“Holden Rodrigues,” Anh blurted out impatiently. “He
hooked up with Rodrigues at the department social. Ol, it is
with utmost regret that I must inform you that you have been
dethroned and are no longer the president of the Hot for
Teacher club. Will you retire in shame or accept the treasurer
position?”
Olive blinked. Several times. An inordinate amount of
times. And then heard herself say, “Wow.”
“Isn’t it the weirdest—”
“Coolest, Anh,” Malcolm interjected. “Coolest.”
“Things can be weird in a cool way.”
“Right, but this is pure, one hundred percent cool, zero
percent weird—”
“Hold up,” Olive interrupted. Her headache was growing a
size or two. “Holden is not even in the department. Why was
he at the social?”
“No idea, but you bring up an excellent point, which is that
since he’s in pharmacology, we can do whatever we want
without having to tell anyone.”
Anh tilted her head. “Is that so?”
“Yep. We checked Stanford’s socialization regulations on
our way to CVS to get condoms. Basically foreplay.” He
closed his eyes in bliss. “Will I ever step inside a pharmacy
again without getting a boner?”
Olive cleared her throat. “I’m so happy for you.” She really
was. Though this did feel a bit weird. “How did it happen?”
“I hit on him. It was glorious.”