𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 wants to escape. She wants to pack up and run far far away. Away from cork, away from her deadbeat father and away from all the noise. But it's not that simple. With 4 kids to look after, and an addict twin brother she refuses to let slip through the cracks, shes drowning in responsibility. She uses track as an outlet for all her pent up emotion, and damn was she good. Competing for Ireland Youth's on occasion. Gracie has endless potential, but limited motivation. She felt as if her life was worthless, that she was put in this life to survive and protect and not to live nor thrive. 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 was done. He knew there was no escaping his surname and the history it was soaked in. No matter how hard he fights he just can't seem to outrun the shadow cast over all the good he has inside him. Battling wars constantly in his head, the only time it all went quiet was on the pitch. Just him, his team and a rugby ball. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 grew up alongside eachother, they knew things about one another that no-one else did. But sometimes the present makes it hard to remember the past.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟗 Tadhg lynch is one of the survivors, of the fire. of that house.. everybody knows about it, the fire that killed his mother and father. He's not exactly a loner, people know him-he has friends and he's a sports guy at tommen. Most People steer clear of Tadhg due to his temper issues and baggage. On the other hand, Leah Healy is her family's angel in baby, the youngest and the most bright one. Smart, and super kind. The type of person to rescue Stray cats and nurse them back to health to help them find a home. He's a wild fire and she is his only extinguisher, will the fire go out or will everything burst into flames?

She is under water, but he will pull her out. Whatever it takes. Tadgh Lynch doesn't do distractions. He's guarded, sharp, and has more baggage than he lets on. But starting at Tommen College, nothing's supposed to shake him-not even her. Jaylana Pierce is quiet, bruised, and hiding something no one else sees. Secrets are second nature to her. Survival depends on them. Tadgh knows he should stay away. But the more he sees through her walls, the harder that becomes. And saving her might just cost him everything.

Katie Wilmot already has enough problems. Patrick Feely has plenty of his own. Between family expectations, secrets, and the weight they're both carrying, neither of them is looking for another complication. Especially not each other. Especially not when Katie is already with someone else. His best friend. And Patrick already has a line he swore he'd never cross. And that was the problem from the start.

Rory Kavanagh was fine until Maeve Gibson started dating his worst enemy. She's his best friend. She's not supposed to get under his skin like this. Now she's pulling away, and Rory can't stop watching, can't stop wanting. Something's off. Something's wrong. And he's running out of time to stop 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.

"The addiction didn't love her, I did." A.J. Lynch has it all-talent, confidence, and a name that carries weight at Tommen College. Christina Holland? She's the girl he's meant to hate. Christina's reputation comes before her-and A.J. knows exactly who her father is. He should hate her. But the more he sees her, the harder that gets.

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.

Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.