The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

She does look extra cute today, Olive reflected, pleased.
“Adam ‘Ass’ Carlsen?”
“Well, yeah. He is . . .” Olive looked around, as if help
could come from the oak trees, or the undergrads rushing to
their summer classes. When it didn’t seem forthcoming, she
just finished, lamely, “He is a nice asshole, I guess.”
Anh’s expression went straight up disbelieving. “Okay, so
you went from dating someone as cool as Jeremy to going out
with Adam Carlsen.”
Perfect. This was exactly the opening Olive had wanted. “I
did. And happily, because I never cared that much about
Jeremy.” Finally some truth in this conversation. “It wasn’t
that hard to move on, honestly. Which is why— Please, Anh,
put that boy out of his misery. He deserves it, and above all,
you deserve it. I bet he’s on campus today. You should ask him
to accompany you to that horror movie festival so I don’t have
to come with you and sleep with the lights on for the next six
months.”
This time Anh blushed outright. She looked down at her
hands, picked at her fingernails, and then she began to fiddle
with the hem of her shorts before saying, “I don’t know.
Maybe. I mean, if you really think that—”
The sound of an alarm went off from Anh’s pocket, and she
straightened to pull out her phone. “Crap, I’ve got a Diversity
in STEM mentoring meeting and then I have to run two
assays.” She stood, picking up her backpack. “Want to get
together for lunch?”
“Can’t. Have a TA meeting.” Olive smiled. “Maybe
Jeremy’s free, though.”
Anh rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were
curving up. It made Olive more than a little happy. So happy