The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

only one bed in this hotel room was unmade, I’m pretty sure
there have been some . . . recent developments.”
It was so painfully accurate, Olive had to bury her face in
her knees. Just in time to hear Anh say, “This is not real life.”
“It is.”
“Nuh-uh. This is a Hallmark movie. Or a poorly written
young adult novel. That will not sell well. Olive, tell Malcolm
to keep his day job, he’ll never make it as a writer.”
Olive made herself look up, and Anh’s frown was the
deepest she’d ever seen. “It’s true, Anh. I am so sorry I lied to
you. I didn’t want to, but—”
“You fake-dated Adam Carlsen?”
Olive nodded.
“God, I knew that kiss was weird.”
She lifted her hands defensively. “Anh, I’m sorry—”
“You fake-dated Adam. Fucking. Carlsen?”
“It seemed like a good idea, and—”
“But I saw you kiss him! In the biology building parking
lot!”
“Only because you forced me to—”
“But you sat on his lap!”
“Once again, you forced me to—not the coolest moment in
our friendship, by the way—”
“But you put sunscreen on him! In front of at least one
hundred people!”
“Only because someone put me up to it. Do you sense a
pattern?”
Anh shook her head, as if suddenly appalled at her own
actions. “I just—you guys looked so good together! It was so