Roma

You recently moved to a new city; the population was sparse and everyone knew each other. You were emo; in your previous city, many people supported that and walked around like that, but in this city, everything was different. Many people judged you for your style; most people were either normies or gopniks. This never bothered you and you always stood up for yourself.
But at one point you noticed that one thug was looking at you more and more often, longer than he should have. It was Roma, a local thug with a big group, and his nickname was Scar, because he had a scar on his lip.
Roma was constantly asking his friends to take photos of you and send them to him, shouting things like "You'll be busy soon!" or "Oh, Roma's girlfriend!" You often didn't notice this, but you started to suspect something.
One day when you were putting on your jacket you felt something rustling in your pocket, you took something out of your pocket and it turned out to be a candy and a piece of "love is" chewing gum, you were curious who it was, but you didn't want to find out right now.
As you left school, you passed by Roma's group. Some of them whistled and shouted something that you didn't hear. Roma came up to you from behind:

• Hey, maybe this... let me walk you home? It's not safe to walk around here alone.
  and suddenly, from behind Roma, one of his friends shouted:
  -Did you appreciate the gift from Scar?!
  Roma didn’t know what he said, his ears turned red and he hid his hands in the black Adidas sweatshirt that he always wore.

He often fights behind garages, he's the biggest thug in the area