"𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾." Tara O'brian's life is going on forever, and yet it just started. With parents that don't seem to care, and picked fingers behind her back, her stomach twists as she realizes that she's all alone starting a new school. The stars in her eyes quickly allign as she meets a hot headed boy, with blonde messy hair and the face of a statue, she's willing to go through whatever comes her way, as long as he sticks by her. Tadgh Lynch has her heart after all. ♡══════════════♡══════════════♡ Tadgh Lynch has been through hell and back, with fire in his heart and trauma in his chest, he can't seem to find the point. After surviving Teddy Lynch, he locks himself away, his hard shell only barricading himself further and further. That is until a certain girl turns his life right-side up, giving him purpose for as long as she stays behind him, protecting him just as he protects her. With her bitter tone and warm presence, he slowly starts to heal. But what happens when she discovers his secret, more so what happens when he discovers hers?

Tadhg lynch doesn't do feelings. He does trouble. And saying exactly the wrong thing at the right time. Sixteen, mouthy, and impossible to handle, Tadhg is the kind of boy teachers warn you about- and girls don't listen. Then there's Bethany Gibson. She talks too much and laughs too loud. Acts like nothing in her life has ever gone wrong. He doesn't believe it. And for some reason, he can't leave her alone. What starts as messing with her turns into something else- something a lot harder to ignore. Because Bethany's hiding something. And Tadhg's starting to look a little too closely.

❝ I SEE HER PAIN IN MINE AND IT HURTS SO MUCH. ❞ • ୨💌୧ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Ophelia Murphy has perfected the art of being invisible. The quiet girl at Tommen, she's learned to survive her mother's sharp words, her father's absence, and the constant sting of classmates who see her as an easy target. Books and silence are her only refuge, though even those can't quiet the storm she carries in her chest. Tadgh Lynch has a new surname on his school jacket and a new bed in the Kavanagh household, but nothing inside him feels new. At seventeen, he's still carrying the weight of the house he grew up in, a house that left him fractured, haunted, and stuck in a world where he never got the chance to grow up. Everyone around him seems to have moved forward. Tadgh can't. One reckless night changes everything. Dragged to a party she doesn't want to be at, Ophelia crosses paths with Tadgh-two people who shouldn't have noticed each other, but do. He sees past her silence. She sees the boy behind the walls he never lets anyone near. What begins as an unexpected encounter turns into something neither of them were looking for: a fragile connection strong enough to pull them out of the shadows. But with their pasts pressing hard against them, love might not be the easy part-surviving it might.

Tadgh Lynch had a fractured past. Life hadn't been kind, and it took him until he was eleven to realise he could fight for something better. Starting at Tommen College in first year felt like stepping into another universe. Polished floors, towering ceilings, students who seemed born to belong. He didn't. Not then. Not now. Over time, he carved out a place for himself, slowly earning respect, slowly learning who he was. But the cracks in his mind, the remnants of his old life, never fully healed. He kept to the same group of friends, the same girls he messed around with, the same routines that kept him safe. And then Aidan Kelly arrived, and Tadgh's world quietly shifted. Aidan moved through life with precision and confidence, already knowing who he was and what he wanted. He carried himself with a certainty Tadgh couldn't yet understand, a knowledge of himself that made everything else feel... unfamiliar. Aidan had grown up under pressure, believing everything he did had to be flawless. Mistakes weren't allowed, nothing was ever enough. He didn't understand why his mind worked that way until he was diagnosed with OCD. Routines became his armor, loops his comfort. Then Tommen College offered him a scholarship, opening a world full of new faces, new expectations, and new opportunities. He had learned who he was long before he arrived. Tadgh, on the other hand, had no idea that the life he thought he knew could bend in a completely different direction. He didn't know he could feel for another boy until Aidan showed him it was possible, slowly turning everything Tadgh thought he understood about love and desire upside down.

Tommen Next Class Novella following Maeve Biggs, Eoin Gibson, Caoimhe Kavanagh, and Ryder Feely. The summer between first and second year at Tommen the group nicknamed the Prodigies or the Weirdos, depending on who you talk to go an adventure. This story is a little different than the others in the series. It is written in 3rd person and in past tense as it is more of a recalling of a story. Also, I am not Irish and the geographical aspects of this story are not accurate whatsoever, so if that bothers you, you might want to skip this one :) Hope you enjoy <333

Finn Gibson. Number seven on the rugby team. A gentleman, proper like. Always opening doors and saying things like "after you" and "you alright there?" in this soft voice that somehow makes you feel seen. He's funny too - not the show-off type of funny, more the kind where you're halfway through laughing before you realise it was even a joke. Real clever wit, quiet like. It's not fair, honestly. And he drums, like actually properly drums, not just tapping out rhythms on the school desk like every other lad in Tommen. He's in a band and all. Do I like him? Yeah. I like him loads. More than I should. But this isn't that kind of story. I come from a house where everything's heavy. Where things crack and break and no one says sorry. Where nice things don't last, and if you want something - really want something - it gets used against you. You don't let your heart out in a place like mine. You learn to nod and keep quiet and do what Da says, even when you hate it, even when it's wrong. That's just how it is. So when Finn looks at me like I matter - really, properly matter - I want to believe it. I want to tell him I think about him when I fall asleep. So yeah. I like Finn Gibson. But liking someone like him... it feels like trying to hold light in your hand. Beautiful. Impossible. *** Mina O'Neill. Jesus, I don't even know where to start with her. She's the most beautiful human being I've ever seen in my life, and I mean that with my whole chest. She moves like she doesn't even touch the ground. A ballerina, and not the stuck-up kind either. She's always working, always rehearsing, and when she talks about dance, it's like watching someone light up from the inside. And me? I'm just... me. Watching her from the side of things. Hoping. I think she knows. I know she knows. She's not daft. But there's something holding her back. I don't know what. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's something in her life I don't see. But I'm not giving up.

Caden Holland. Honest to God - if trouble had a face, it'd be his. Always arguing. Always correcting. Like he's convinced he's the smartest lad in the room, even when he's talking pure shite. He's got those eyes - dark, quiet, watching everything but never giving anything back. You'd swear he's judging you for breathing wrong. And people talk, don't they? Junkie. Dealer. Bad news. All whispered, but loud enough so you know exactly who they're on about. So I've promised myself one thing: stay away. No smiles. No chats. No pity. Because lads like him drag storms behind them - and you don't even realise you're drowning until you're already under. He's dangerous. Not the loud, show-off kind. The quiet kind. The kind that makes you feel seen and threatened all at once. And I swear on my life - I'm not getting pulled into whatever darkness follows Caden Holland around. *** Mallory Lynch. The name alone sits wrong in my mouth, like something sour. Daughter of the man who put my da behind bars - that's what I was raised on. Fact, not feeling. She doesn't look like danger. That's the trick. She laughs too easily, tilts her head when she listens, pretends she doesn't see the way rooms shift when she walks in. There's a crack in her somewhere. You can hear it if you listen past the cool-girl act. A quiet panic. Secrets rattling around behind her ribs. My plan? Simple. Keep my head. Stay patient. People like her eventually show you who they really are. And when she does - when the truth cracks wide open - I'll be there to watch the Lynch name drop lower than ours ever did. Not out of anger. Out of balance. Because Mallory Lynch smiles like she has nothing to hide - and I know for a fact she's hiding everything.

Joey bloody Lynch. The local junkie of Elk Terrace and, lucky me, my next-door neighbour. When I first moved here, I'll admit, I was curious. I mean, he's got that whole brooding, strung-out thing going on. I used to wonder, what's his deal? Who is he, really? What's the story behind the lanky lad who looks like he hasn't eaten in three days and acts like the world owes him something? Well, spoiler alert: he's a walking disaster. Personality-wise, he's an absolute car crash. Rude. Arrogant. Moody as sin. Honestly, one year. That's what Auntie Lisa promised. And then I can go. Back to London. Back to people who actually know how to hold a conversation without twitching every five seconds. But here I am, stuck in some grim corner of Ireland with Joey Lynch keeping me awake every bloody night. He's in my head like a bad pop song. And maybe that's what hate does. It doesn't burn hot-it festers. Keeps you up. Gnaws at you. And yet, for some infuriating reason, I can't look away. *** Olivia bleedin' Smith. Lives right next door, and thinks she's queen of the estate. Walks around like she's got a crown on her head and diamonds in her shoes. You'd take one look at her and think, "Ah, she's sweet. Bit posh. Keeps her head down." But nah. That girl's got fire in her belly and a tongue like a feckin' dagger. She's the type that'll look you dead in the eye, tell you exactly what she thinks of you, and not even flinch. And trust me, she's told me plenty. Thinks she's above it all - above me. Gives me this look sometimes, like I'm some grubby stain on her fancy trainers. All sharp jawlines and pouty lips, always flicking her hair like she's in some perfume ad. She's insufferable. Stubborn as hell. Always has to have the last word. And yet... there's something about her. Something I can't shake. She's like nicotine. One glare from her and I'm hooked. Can't decide if I want to scream at her or kiss her just to shut her up.

His face was torn. His tone sharp. Eyes sleepy and bleary, but redshot. He couldn't smile this time. It was too heavy. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 2

This is a Katie Wilmot and Patrick Feely fanfic! it will not be canon compliant though, and will be my own story with the tommen characters and setting. It's going to read more as a fun romcom set in Ireland in the early 2000's. If you want a more serious Keely fanfic then you can read my other work Always You or Seeing You It will be from Katie's pov and will include lots of fourth wall breaks that read like diary entries. Hope you enjoy!!! CW: Language regarding smoking, underage drinking, drug use, sexual acts, and use of curse words