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.

Edel doesn't do soft. She doesn't do safe. And she definitely doesn't do sober. She walks into BCS with sharp eyes, dirty secrets, and an addiction she pretends she controls. A dead father. An alcoholic mother. A home that never felt like one. Until John Kavanagh. John has money, a future, and a family that still works. A life Edel was never meant to touch. Different worlds. Same school. She doesn't need saving. He doesn't know he's trying anyway. Some girls don't run because they're reckless. They run because staying would kill them.

"𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮..." Edel Kavanagh x John Kavanagh BOYS OF TOMMEN FIC Runaway 15 Edel has been living in Dublin most of her life. Dragged from pillar-to-post, no one seems to want her, including her own parents. Edel hops on a train with a one-way ticket to Ballylaggin, Cork, where she meets someone who really does want her. The boy who she never realized would change her life forever. John has everything going for him. Star of the rugby team at Tommen private, John is a straight A student and already wealthy enough. He seems to have his life in order, except when a lonely girl lands in her driveway one evening. John claims to hate her, but he'd really do anything in his power to protect her.

Tadgh Lynch doesn't lose focus. He's sharp, volatile, and not here to play nice. First year at Tommen, he's already collecting enemies-and Leah Daly's at the top of the list. Leah Daly's fierce, stubborn, and hiding the kind of damage you don't talk about. She's built for survival, and Tadgh's the last person she wants anywhere near her. She hates him. He hates her. That should've been the end of it. But the more he sees, the more it looks like his history repeating itself. And once he recognises it, walking away isn't an option. Even if saving her burns him all over again.

❀ ❊ ❁ ♡︎ In which Adeline Kavanagh has always been perfect, until her world is cracked and she becomes something else. Something different. And Gerard Gibson, her brother's best friend, is determined to figure out why that is. Brother's best friend trope. Gibsie x Female OC I do not own the boys of tommen series or any of the characters except Adeline, Grace and Declan. All rights go to Chloe Walsh.

Liora Quinn wears her heart on her sleeve. Ollie Lynch keeps his locked away. One unforgettable night changed everything. During the summer, Ollie and Liora crossed paths at a party-she was reeling from a breakup, and he was caught in the moment. A passionate one-night stand left them both shaken, but while Liora is desperate to relive what they had, Ollie pretends it never happened. With his future mapped out-graduate from Tommen, become a barrister, and leave behind any distractions-he refuses to let himself get caught up in feelings he doesn't believe he can afford. But Liora isn't one to back down easily. After finally freeing herself from her controlling ex, she knows what she wants, and it's not the perfect, polished life she once thought she needed. It's Ollie-the boy who kissed her like she was the only girl in the world and then walked away without a second glance. Determined to break through his walls, Liora chases him, making it impossible for Ollie to ignore what he's spent months trying to forget. But the more he pushes her away, the harder he falls. Until one day, avoiding her isn't an option anymore. Ollie Lynch has always played it safe, but love has a way of ruining even the best-laid plans. And when he finally lets himself fall, will it be too late? Or will chasing love cost him everything he's worked for?

"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.

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?

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.

Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.