Chapter 6April 1994
I hated Aidan Gallagher from the very first moment I met him. He was everything I hated in a boy; entitled, stupid, and loud. My deep-rooted resentment of Aidan stemmed from a clashing of personalities, aims, interests, values—not because he was a boy, as many of our friends seemed to assume. Getting along with the lads from Christopher’s had always been a challenge for me but Aidan Gallagher was in a league of his own. I knew he was never particularly fond of me either. Where most of our mutual friends forgot quite quickly that I had been next to a nobody before I had known them, Aidan never did. Not that I cared a tremendously large amount what he or anybody else thought of me, of course. A conversation that lasted more than five minutes with Aidan Gallagher ought to
