The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“I cannot believe it.”
“Believe what?”
“I cannot believe you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I thought we were friends.”
“We are.”
“Good friends.”
“We are. You and Anh are my best friends. What—”
“Clearly not, if I had to hear it from Stella, who heard it
from Jess, who heard it from Jeremy, who heard it from Anh
—”
“Hear what?”
“—who heard it from I don’t even know who. And I
thought we were friends.”
Something icy crawled its way up Olive’s back. Could it
be . . . No. No, it couldn’t be. “Hear what?”
“I’m done. I’m letting the cockroaches eat you. And I’m
changing my Netflix password.”
Oh no. “Malcolm. Hear what?”
“That you are dating Adam Carlsen.”
—
OLIVE HAD NEVER been in Carlsen’s lab, but she knew where to
find it. It was the biggest, most functional research space in the
whole department, coveted by all and a never-ending source of
resentment toward Carlsen. She had to swipe her badge once
and then once more to access it (she rolled her eyes both
times). The second door opened directly onto the lab space,