AJ Lynch is the bane of my existence. He's like a rock in my shoe-small enough to ignore for a little while, but always there, annoying me until I lose my mind. He's the golden boy, the one who gets perfect grades, charms every teacher, and never steps a toe out of line-or so his parents think. Joey and Aoife Lynch's pride and joy, right? Wrong. Because here's the thing: AJ isn't as perfect as everyone thinks he is. He has a secret. A big one. And I, Catherine Biggs, the girl he loves to torment, am the only one who knows it. AJ Lynch is a racer. Yep, that kind of racer-the illegal kind. The kind that sneaks out at night to tear up the streets and put that shiny car of his to work. The golden boy isn't so golden after all, and trust me, I'd love nothing more than to use it against him. Too bad he's too clever for his own good. *** Catherine Biggs. The mean girl of Tommen School. The girl every guy pretends to hate but can't stop looking at. She's the one who gets a kick out of tormenting people, though her favorite targets seem to be boys. Lucky us. If you say anything remotely out of line about her or her little circle of friends, she's on you faster than you can blink. And honestly? She scares most of the lads here. Me? I'm counting down the days until she's out of my life for good. This is our last year, and soon I won't have to see her stupid curly blonde hair, or those blue eyes that are just... too much. I swear, her beauty is all she has going for her. Inside? She's rotten, blacker than black. The kind of girl who smiles while cutting you down. And yet... somehow, she's still in my head. And then there's her boyfriend. Cillian Wilkinson. All charm and dimples, like a walking ad for "Ireland's Most Eligible Teen." Everyone loves him-teachers, parents, even the lads. Except me. I hate the way he puts his arm around her, like she's his and no one else's. Because that's the problem with Catherine Biggs-she's not just in my head. She's under my skin.

Aidan Feely. One of the most mysterious lads I've ever come across. He's got this quiet, brooding energy, like he's always a step removed from the chaos around him. Tall and lean, with that messy, dark hair that always seems perfectly tousled, as if he's just rolled out of bed and still somehow looks better than half the school. His green eyes - God, those eyes - sharp and intense, like he can see straight through you. I know boys are meant to be handsome, rugged, all that, but Aidan is just... beautiful. Long, dark lashes that half the girls in school would kill for, and a jawline that looks like it was carved from marble. He never says more than he has to, rarely smiles, and when he does, it's this rare, fleeting thing that makes my heart skip a beat. And I'm falling. Hard. But there's a problem. A massive one. I have a boyfriend. And he's nothing like Aidan. *** Sophie Quinn. The girl I've been losing my mind over for the past year. She's this whirlwind of chaos and laughter, the type of girl who lights up a room just by walking into it. She's got that wild, curly hair that never quite does what it's told, a laugh that echoes around the halls, and these eyes - bright and full of life - that catch the light in the best possible way. But here's the kicker - she has a boyfriend. Some tosser who doesn't deserve her. I see him around, loud and arrogant, one of those lads who thinks the world owes him something just because he can kick a ball straight. And it grates at me. I catch him throwing his arm around her, whispering in her ear, and it takes everything in me not to pull him off and tell him to keep his hands to himself. Not that I'd ever say it out loud, but I want her. More than I should. And I know she's starting to notice. The way I lean in a bit closer when she talks, the way my gaze lingers when she brushes past me. She's catching on, I can feel it. And I don't care about her boyfriend, not even a little. Because in the end, I'm going to have her.

Maci Gibson was struggling. In school. At home. At life. Dance had always been her escape, but even that wasn't enough this time. She thought she was a total goner. Well, that is until, her brother's best friend might just be able to pull her back from the edge. OR Johnny Kavanaugh knew what it was like to struggle. Rugby had been his entire life, but with his injury he's starting to doubt his abilities. He thinks his life might be ruined. Well, that is until, his best friend's younger sister shows him there's more to life than a sport. I do not own boys of tommen, or the plot. All characters except Maci and Sammie are not mine. All rights belong to Chloe Walsh.

𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 is rugby's prophet, with the raw talent inherited from his Father and unbreakable strength from his Mother he's set to be the next best thing. He's had his whole life planned out for him and he's okay with that. Until a trauma ridden girl takes over his entire being. 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 has recently moved back to Cork in hopes of starting fresh. Unlike Rory, Nessa embodies none of her parent's traits, and she takes pride in the fact. She wants to keep her head down and get through school so that she can go and pursue her dancing career. Until a bulldozing boy inserts himself into her life and refuses to let go.

Lacey Love Keane has always known how to outrun the past. Lip gloss sharp, heels higher, and heart locked up tight. But in Ballylaggin, the secrets don't stay buried, and the people you love don't always stay yours. Lacey's learning what it means to stay. To build something real. To be seen-and loved-for who she is, not who she's been. But loving Johnny Kavanagh is anything but simple. Because he's choosing her in secret, while the rest of their world falls apart in broad daylight. But nothing stays hidden forever. When ghosts from Lacey's past arrive with teeth, the fragile world she's built starts to crack. As friendships splinter and loyalties blur, the truth threatens to blow everything apart - especially when Lacey is forced to choose between protecting herself, or finally letting someone else try. Meanwhile, Johnny's caught between the girl who's tearing his world open-and the life everyone else built for him. To love Lacey means standing still when he's meant to run, and fighting battles that aren't his - yet somehow feel like they always have been. In a town that loves to talk, a secret love can't last forever. She's chasing her youth. He's chasing her. And the truth? It's catching up with them both.

Lacey Love Keane is a hurricane in heels. At 17, she's got a reputation for being the girl who doesn't need anyone but everyone seems to need her. A fiery mix of wild confidence, untamed charm, and a heart that refuses to be caged, Lacey moves to Ballylaggin to live with her Aunt Orla. Far from her life in London, Lacey doesn't plan on sticking around long but a series of complicated relationships might just change that. When she reunites with Patrick Feely, the boy who used to be her summer sidekick, sparks fly. But it's Joey Lynch, the bad boy with a heart of stone, who's the real problem. They're two sides of the same coin: both emotionally unavailable, both fiercely independent. And neither one knows how to stay away from the other. Then there's Johnny Kavanagh, the one guy who makes her feel things she's spent years trying to avoid. He's everything Lacey doesn't want to want, and he knows exactly how to push her buttons. But what happens when the lines between hate, attraction, and something deeper start to blur? Ballylaggin won't be the same once Lacey Love Keane sets her sights on it. She's a storm waiting to happen and it's going to tear everything apart.

Katie Wilmot thought she had everything figured out. Until Claire Biggs barrelled into her life and changed it all.

"𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒..." Everyone knew her by name, those blonde sunshine curls could be spotted easily by everyone in town. They all made their opinions on her, they made their assumptions, they all claimed they knew her. But did they really? - male oc x claire biggs - sets place after healing 7 - all rights go to Chloe Walsh©️

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

Caoimhe Kavanagh doesn't do feelings-especially not for Liam Gibson. He's loud, charming, and hopelessly in love with someone else. But somewhere between the teasing and the late-night chats, she falls. And the worst part? He doesn't even see her.