"𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫." 𐮚𐮙𐮚𐮙𐮚༄ 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 grew up in an abusive household for the first few years of his life, and his life turned around when the Kavanagh's took he and his family into their home. Now at age seventeen, he's going into his fifth year at Tommen College, but despite the area code change and his new upbringing, he still holds that trauma that flows through his veins, refusing to let anyone get too close to him. That is until he meets Aisling Byrne. ‎𐮚𐮙𐮚𐮙𐮚༄ 𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐍𝐄 has been on the run from her abusive father for six months, and has finally found solitude in County Cork, Ireland, in the town of Ballylaggin with her grandparents, her mother, and older cousin, Niall. Entering her fifth year at Tommen College, Aisling is determined to stay focused and stay alert, not letting anyone get too close. But when Tadhg Lynch, the troubled and violent, but beautiful student, enters her life, there's no way she can stay away, and neither can he.

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?

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.

"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.

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.

Alexia Biggs is everything they say she is - brilliant, brutal, and built like armor. With perfect grades and a sharper mouth, she's feared more than she's liked at Tommen College. She doesn't care. She doesn't need anyone's approval. What no one knows - not her classmates, not even her closest friends - is that Alexia has bipolar disorder. The only people who know are her parents, and that's exactly how she wants it. What no one suspects is that the coldest girl in school spends her nights behind the wheel in Cork's underground racing scene, where she trades control for speed and silence for smoke. AJ Lynch has been the talk of Tommen for as long as anyone can remember. With a dangerous grin and a don't-care swagger, he's known for wild nights, bad decisions, and a magnetic charm that gets him out of almost anything. But behind the easy confidence is a boy raised under pressure - the son of a legacy family, the center of every room, the guy who's expected to have it all figured out when he barely knows who he is. The only place he feels real is behind the wheel. Racing is the one thing he doesn't fake - where it's just him, the road, and the roar in his chest that finally makes sense. Alexia and AJ have never gotten along. Not when they were kids, not now. They've spent their whole lives circling each other like fire and gasoline - sharp words, eye-rolls, tension so thick it chokes. At school, they pretend the other doesn't exist. On the streets, they race like their rivalry is life or death. But when two people are hiding everything and fighting everyone, sometimes the only person who truly sees you is the one you can't stand. And the more time they spend in the same lanes, the harder it becomes to deny the truth under all that tension: the looks linger too long. The fights hit too hard. And somewhere in all the chaos, hate stops being the loudest thing between them.

I had never needed anyone. I didn't know what it was like to need a person until I met him. I needed him. He looked at me as if there was something inside me worth looking at. I hated him for it. Why? Because I could see myself loving him. If only things had happened differently.

Tadhg Lynch has always been a fighter: on the pitch, in petty school fights, and against the demons that won't let him rest. But some battles can't be won with fists. His temper is burning bridges faster than he can build them, and for the first time, he isn't sure if he cares enough to extinguish it. Jade Lordan has spent years outrunning her own reality, pushing herself past every limit to prove to herself, to others, and to no one in particular, that she's in control. But control is slipping through her fingers faster than she wants to admit. They shouldn't make sense together. She's discipline and determination; he's recklessness and self-destruction. But when their worlds intertwine, neither can seem to untangle themselves. And maybe they don't want to. ੈ✩‧₊˚ [BASED ON THE BOYS OF TOMMEN SERIES BY CHLOE WALSH]

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.

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?