75 Shades of Jenny

o only looked up from her phone long enough to remind me to keep my knees together and my opinions quiet. But being seen? That's different. That's dangerous At seventeen, I've mastered the art of

nitely not the boys who wanted what I had but never asked who I was. So I decided I'd teach myself. Not with a textbook. Not with shame. But with experience. That's what 75 Shades is. Not some dramatic confession. Not a diary full of regrets. It's a record. A map of moments. Every choice I made-good, bad, and everything between. Because if they're going to write my story for me, I might as well beat them to it. It happened at Nate's party. One of those Friday night things that felt like a scene from every teen movie ever made-red cups, half-lit basements, music vibrating through the floorboards like a heartbeat gone too fast. I wasn't planning on doing anything. Okay, maybe that's a lie. I wore the skirt I knew made me feel dangerous and lip gloss that tasted like strawberries and rebellion. Lex found me in the kitchen, standing in front of an empty bowl of chips like it had the answers to life. "You look bored," he said. I turned. I knew who he was-quiet, art kid, dark curls that always looked like he'd just woken up from a dream he couldn't explain. He wasn't the type I expected at Nate's parti