Page 116 - The Love Hypothesis

going to prevent her from having a career, and she was constantly terrified

of being the stupidest person in the room. And yet, most of her time and
energy was spent trying to be the best possible scientist, trying to carve a
path for herself and amount to something. The idea of someone dismissing

her work and her feelings this coldheartedly cut deep, which is why her
response was so immature, it was almost fetal.

Olive: Well, fuck you, Adam.
She immediately regretted it, but for some reason she couldn’t bring

herself to send an apology. It wasn’t until twenty minutes later that she
realized that Adam wasn’t going to reply. A warning popped up on the

upper part of her screen, informing her that her battery was at 5 percent.
With a deep sigh, Olive stood up from her bed and looked around the

room in search of her charger.
—

“NOW GO RIGHT.”
“Got it.” Malcolm’s finger flicked the turn signal lever. A clicking sound

filled the small car. “Going right.”
“No, don’t listen to Jeremy. Turn left.”

Jeremy leaned forward and swatted Anh’s arm. “Malcolm, trust me. Anh
has never been to the farm. It’s on the right.”
“Google Maps says left.”

“Google Maps is wrong.”
“What do I do?” Malcolm made a face in the rearview mirror. “Left?

Right? Ol, what do I do?”
In the back seat, Olive looked up from the car window and shrugged.

“Try right; if it’s wrong, we’ll just turn around.” She shot Anh a quick,
apologetic glance, but she and Jeremy were too busy mock-glaring at each

other to notice.
Malcolm grimaced. “We’ll be late. God, I hate these stupid picnics.”
“We are, like”—Olive glanced at the car’s clock—“one hour late,

already. I think we can add ten minutes to that.” I just hope there’s some