The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

She shook her head. “No. Anh’s out with Jeremy.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking genuinely regretful for her,
and it took Olive several moments to recall her lie, and his
assumption that she was in love with Jeremy. Only a few
weeks earlier, but it already seemed so long ago, when she
hadn’t been able to imagine anything worse than Adam
discovering her feelings for him. It sounded so foolish after
everything that had happened in the past few days. She should
really come clean, but what was the point now? Let Adam
think what he liked. It would serve him better than the truth,
after all.
“And Malcolm is with . . . Holden.”
“Ah, yes.” He nodded, looking exhausted.
Olive briefly fantasized about Holden texting Adam the
equivalent of what Olive and Anh had been subjected to for
the past two hours, and smiled. “How bad is it?”
“Bad?”
“This thing between Malcolm and Holden?”
“Ah.” Adam leaned his shoulder against the wall, folding
his arms across his chest. “I think it can be very good. For
Holden, at least. He really likes Malcolm.”
“Did he tell you?”
“He hasn’t shut up about it.” He rolled his eyes. “Did you
know that Holden is secretly twelve?”
She laughed. “So is Malcolm. He dates a lot, and he’s
usually good at managing expectations, but this thing with
Holden—I had a sandwich for lunch and he randomly
volunteered that Holden is allergic to peanuts. It wasn’t even
PB and J!”
“He’s not allergic, he fakes it because he doesn’t like nuts.”
He massaged his temple. “This morning I woke up to a haiku