From the other side

Little dipshit

My mobile rang while I was leaving the front porch of my home. It was a message from Patrick:<<Love, meet me at Law Road. I want to talk about something important>> I read and then smiled softly, I bet you a thousand pounds that if somebody from my school saw me now they'll have a heart attack:<<Okay munchkin>>. They saw me as a cold hearted, cynic and sarcastic vixen, everybody but my friends and my Patrick obviously. He was my boyfriend of two years counting tomorrow, maybe he'll want to propose, giddier than in that moment(I'm unsure of this sentence, so please if somebody could write me if it's correct..?And some other pointers...?*^*), I think he was The One, I felt it in my bones.
Law Road was in the next turn and then there was him, 1.85 of pure muscle and Sex appeal all mine. I shouted his name and then smiled one of my brightest smiles, that crumbled to dust when I saw his expression, all nervous and guilty. My heart pummelled to the ground. Oh, this isn't good...
:<<Hi-hi Jasmine. I-I-I wa-wanted... I mean... I-I-I'm so sorry...I-I-I-I...>>
My doubts where becoming more real at every stuttered word, I had to end this.
:<< No need to continue this...>> I was proud to hear with which clarity I said that sentence:<<If you you want to say something cheesy like "We weren't made for each other" "You'll find somebody better than me" "I'd like to stay friends with you" or my favourite one "If ft wasn't you, it was me". Of course it was you, didn't you wonder why someone like me would give someone like you a chance?>> He was beginning to see red. Oh, well.
:<<Don't get you knickers in a twist, Love >> I spat that word like it was venom:<<I wanted to break up with you months ago, because you were becoming annoying but my friends said that I should give you a possibility. Now there aren't my friends to stop me from this. Sooo sweetie I don't want to see you EVER AGAIN, bye bye>>He was furious practically fuming:<<You Pathetic Tramp, I knew you were no good!>> I've made a new enemy, probably when I'll leave the school grounds today, there'll be already new rumours about that cow Jasmine and poor poor Patrick with the broken hearth. Teenagers were so shallow. I took two steps and then turned around:<<P.S Sex with you was Booriiing>>

I then walked off,with him spouting obscenities at my back... And I let the tears fall and when I came across an alley I let myself collapse and unleash all the grief. Why does it always end like this?!... Why I'm never enough for them?!... Why do I try again and again when I know it ends like this with me falling apart and nobody caring.
I let a bitter smile and hollow laugh leave my lips...
When I got up my hearth was a little darker and my trust a little frailer than before. I saw a clock and I knew I was late and that my eyes were red rimmed, but I wasn't preoccupied. They'll think I was late because I was drugging my system. It wasn't important. After all they'll only see a bitchy,whiny slut that isn't human and thus couldn't cry.
Everything is okay as long as it doesn't shatter their illusions.
So I took a step and then another one and with each one I perfected my facade. We wouldn't want to turn upside down their little world.