Caoimhe Kavanagh, has never minded the chaos, she embraced it. With a sketchbook in her bag, Taylor Swift in her ears, and Aiden Gibson at her side, they'd been best friends for as long as she could remember. From skipping class to swapping playlists and hiding on rooftops, Aiden has always been the one person who makes the chaos feel less loud. But lately, things feel... different. And when Aiden's ex-girlfriend-the girl he'd dramatically once sworn he'd never stop loving-returns, everything starts to shift. One dramatic plea and a fake relationship later, Caoimhe finds herself playing pretend with the boy she's spent her whole life trying not to fall for. She's always known how to keep things light. But this? This feels like heartbreak in slow motion. And everyone knows it-apart from her. Aiden Gibson has never taken much seriously-not school, not rugby, and definitely not his reputation. But Caoimhe has always been different. She's his calm in the storm, his partner in crime, the girl who he hums Paper Rings under her breath for and somehow makes everything feel a little less impossible. He told himself it was all just for show. That he could fake a relationship with her and walk away untouched. But the longer they pretend, the harder it gets to ignore the truth he's been avoiding for years. Because sometimes the real thing sneaks up on you-disguised as a joke, wrapped in friendship and unavoidable.

Caoimhe Kavanagh Sixteen, quiet but stubborn. Always the good girl, the rule-follower-until Aidan. She's smart, a little lost, and suddenly in way over her head. But she's all in. Heart first, logic later. Aidan Holland Seventeen, bruised in more ways than one. Loyal, guarded, and trying like hell not to ruin the one good thing in his life-Caoimhe. He's never had soft before, and now he's terrified to lose it. Set in early 2010s Cork, Finding 17 follows sixteen-year-old Caoimhe, the girl who's always done everything right, and Aidan, the boy born into everything wrong. Their secret connection ignites-messy, reckless, and impossibly tender. But as lies pile up and threats close in, they'll both have to choose: stay safe or risk everything for a love that was never supposed to happen.

Beth Gibson has always been the girl who laughs the loudest, smiles the brightest, and pretends she's got it all figured out. Captain of the girls' hockey team and everyone's go-to best friend, she knows how to play the part. But beneath the easy grin and wild blonde curls, she's tired of always wanting more than she's allowed to have. Finn Lockwood - the sharp-tongued, magnetic new captain of the boys' team - was supposed to be a distraction. A mistake she could leave behind. But their hot-and-cold pull has her caught in the middle of something she can't control, no matter how many times she swears she's done with him. And then there's Conor Kavanagh. Her best friend's older brother. The boy she's loved quietly for as long as she can remember - the one who was never supposed to notice her back. Except now, things feel different. Three hearts. Two teams. One messy tangle of secrets, longing, and choices that could break more than just the rules.

you fell hard I thought 'good riddance' 2nd generation / BOYS OF TOMMEN [1]

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.

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.