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.

In which Maeve Connor is a broken girl and Johnny Kavanagh is the boy that tries to piece her back together. A Boys of Tommen fanfiction. (Book 1 of 2)

Boys Of Tommen Fanfiction Joey lynch X Mia Thistle "It was destroying me. Every single day, another piece of my chipped away. But Joey Lynch owned my heart and soul and he could shatter them if he wanted to."

AJ LYNCH x fem! oc Second generation boys of tommen book! 'When you're all alone, I will reach for you. When you're feeling low, I will be there too.' AJ LYNCH is a boy with the two worst genes ever; his mother's persistance and his father's addiction. He holds one goal, and that's to make his parents proud. How would they react when he begins to fall for the one person he shouldn't? AUDREY HOLLAND wants to disappear. With the exception of the little sister, everyone on this earth is careless about her existence. So what is she to do when a persistent boy appears in her life?

Kiera Lynch is tired, starting a new job at Biddies so she can send her sister to Tommen, desperately trying to keep Joey of drugs, and parenting the rest of her siblings she's falling apart. Johnny has never liked a girl, really liked a girl, but then one night he walks into Biddies and the most beautiful girl he's ever seen serves him. From that point Johnny knows there's no going back.

Tadgh Lynch is angry, angry at the world. It seems the rest of his siblings have forgotten the hurt of their past, let it go. But he can't forget, his father haunts him, has been haunting him for years and he's losing hope that he'll ever be free of Teddy Lynch. Maeve Holland is desperatly searching for the will to live. Her older brother hates her, her mothers dead, her dads as good as dead and life isn't looking like it's going to get better any time soon, but then she meets him. An angry boy who changes everything.

Boys Of Tommen Fanfiction

He didn't believe in second chances. She didn't believe in people. Tadgh Lynch had spent most of his life angry. Angry at his father. Angry at himself. Angry at a world that didn't stop burning even after everything he loved had already gone up in smoke. Now sixteen, living under someone else's roof, wearing the number 11 stitched into the back of his jersey, he was still trying to outrun a ghost with his mother's eyes and a monster's voice. Everyone in Tommen knew who he was - the hothead with a rugby number and a bruised knuckle, the smile that meant trouble, the boy who never stayed long enough to get hurt. Flora Feely? She didn't care. Quiet, awkward, sharp as broken glass when she spoke, Flora had mastered the art of staying unnoticed. It was easier that way. People couldn't leave if they never really saw you. And she was tired - tired of silence in her house, tired of being Patrick Feely's little sister, tired of pretending her heart hadn't gone cold the day her father walked out and her mam didn't ask him to stay. She didn't plan on noticing Tadgh Lynch. He didn't plan on needing her. But sometimes the fire in you recognizes the fire in someone else - and it doesn't matter how much you try to smother it. It burns anyway.