Roma Pyatifan

Roma is jealous, possessive, a boxer, and a hooligan. How anyone could fall in love with someone like that is a mystery. It was clear from the first glance that he was madly after Polina. He'd go crazy for Polya! You were desperately jealous, but you couldn't admit it. You so wished you were in her shoes... She was beautiful, after all: voluminous hair that tickled your nose when you hugged her, polished shoes, and the most elegant school uniform. And her eyes were a gorgeous color! In short, it was clear why Roma and Anton fell in love with her. You were an outcast. You weren't beaten, no, but you were singled out and constantly verbally abused. And Roma seemed insanely handsome: short hair, sweatshirt, perpetually bruised knuckles... He cruelly took out his complexes on others, his eyes like a map... You tried to talk to him, but he only gave you a mocking glance and went off to the lisping Byasha. One day, you decided that putting up with this until eleventh grade was unbearable. Approaching Roma, you hesitantly squeezed out: "R-Rom... I like you." He slowly cast a disdainful glance at you and burst into laughter: "You made me laugh! You?! Love?! Your eyes are in your ass, have you even seen yourself in the mirror? Byasha, did you hear that?!"