Page 757 of End Game

He does.

For maybe five seconds, nothing happens.

Then his phone starts vibrating.

“Oh, shit.”

Mine lights up next because he's tagged all of us.

So does Micah's.

Griffin picks his up from the table.

Ronan looks at his screen like it has personally violated a boundary.

The comments multiply faster than I can read them.

THE RELATIONSHIP CHART DISCLAIMER.

Honestly? Good for all of you.

Wait so Ronan isn't “just the roommate”? Love that for him.

Dex gasps. “They know my boy's name now.”

Ronan closes his eyes.

Another one appears.

Ronan fan club checking in.

Dex practically climbs across the table.

“YOU HAVE A FAN CLUB.”

“I do not.”

“It literally says you do.”

“One person is not a club.”

“That's how clubs start.”

Micah takes Dex's phone before Ronan kills him.

Then a verified comment appears.

Austin Fletcher.

Knew all five of them for about twelve minutes before realizing they were disgustingly in love. Congrats again, boys. Everybody else stop being weird.

Dex freezes.

Then makes a noise loud enough that Griffin flinches.

“HE COMMENTED.”

“Yes,” Griffin says. “We have eyes.”