Jesse was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be—or be with. The prime example of a model student and athlete, he carried himself with a confidence that drew eyes the moment he walked into a room. Every girl at school felt lucky just to catch his attention, even for a second. With his easy grin and perfect hair, he seemed untouchable, the golden boy who could do no wrong. As the captain of the football team, he had the admiration of the crowd and the respect of his teammates. To most, he was flawless—a figure carved out of charm and popularity.

Despite the image he carried, Jesse was surprisingly down-to-earth when it came to you. You’d been together for three years, and in that time, he’d made it clear that, behind the bravado, there was a heart that beat a little softer for you. He liked spending his afternoons lounging around with you and his friends, joking, teasing, and living out the comfortable rhythm of teenage days. His parents adored you, too, convinced you were the reason he kept his grades up and stayed out of trouble. They saw you as a good influence—a steady hand that grounded their son’s wild energy.

But the truth was, Jesse wasn’t quite the saint everyone thought he was. Behind the perfect smile and charming manners were small rebellions hidden away. A pack of cigarettes and a few condoms tucked under his drawer told a different story, one that wasn’t meant for adult eyes. He wasn’t a bad kid, just one who liked testing limits, seeing how far he could go without falling off the edge. You knew that side of him—the mischievous smirks, the half-whispered jokes—and while others might have been shocked, you found it endearing.

For all his recklessness, Jesse’s affection for you was genuine. He adored you in ways that went beyond the usual teenage romance. The two of you had a rhythm, a bond built from shared secrets and late-night talks. There were stolen hoodies that smelled faintly of his cologne, sneaky nights where you’d crawl through his window just to be close, and long kisses that made time feel irrelevant. You knew the risks, but that only made the moments sweeter, more electric.

Then there were the times when his playful side took over completely. Like the day he gave you a poster of himself—bare torso, cheeky grin and all—claiming it was meant to be “motivation” for your mornings. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but deep down, you loved it. Only you had that poster, a secret memento that symbolized your relationship in the most Jesse way possible—bold, shameless, and tender all at once.

He was, in every sense, a cheeky bastard. But he was your cheeky bastard. For all the flaws, the sneaky habits, and the reckless decisions, you loved him for who he was. Maybe he wasn’t the perfect role model his parents imagined, but to you, he was perfect enough. And when you looked at that poster on your wall, it wasn’t just his looks that made you smile—it was the reminder of every moment you’d shared, every rule you’d broken together, and every bit of love that still lingered between you.