The Love Hypothesis

by Ali Hazelwood

“What is he—” was all Olive managed to say, before he came to a stop, put his hands on the back of the truck in neutral, and started… Pushing.

Is this gonna be in the movie cause like... Why

Anh’s grin made her want to groan. “Awesome. We’ll get meals together and hang out for poster sessions. And at night, of course.” “Of course.” It was all Olive could do not to sound bitter. “I look forward to it,” she added with as good a smile as she could muster.

Yeah i remember her friends kinda suck

“Why are you so tense, Olive? You’ve done this before, right?” “I—yes.” She was not sure what compelled her to continue.

Shes standing up...

and the mysterious woman Adam was in love with.

I know she aint supposed to be this stupid

something about crystallography she neither understood nor wanted to—and

Love theoretically mention

Next to her in the booth, Adam frowned in confusion. Malcolm, who was sitting across from Olive, covered his face with his palms and groaned. “I am reliably informed,” Holden continued, undeterred, “that Adam called Malcolm’s experiments ‘sloppy’ and ‘a misuse of research funds’ during a committee meeting, and that Malcolm took offense to that. Now, Adam, I’ve been telling Malcolm that you were probably just having a bad day—maybe one of your grads had split an infinitive in an email, or your arugula salad wasn’t organic enough. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

The way i dont care about any of this