Going the Distance

Informationen zum Autor Beth Reekles is the author of The Kissing Booth, now a Netflix film. She first published The Kissing Booth on Wattpad in 2010, at age fifteen, and it accumulated almost 20 million reads before it was published by in 2012 by Random House Children's Books. Two more novels, Rolling Dice and Out of Tune, followed. She has also published a short story with Accent Press called "Cwtch Me If You Can." She was named one of Time's 16 Most Influential Teenagers in late 2013, and has been shortlisted for several awards, including the 2014 Queen of Teen Award. Beth now works in IT while maintaining her career as an author and runs a blog where she talks about life as a twentysomething and offers writing advice. Klappentext The sizzling sequel to the Kissing Booth. Soon to be a Netflix film! Elle Evans seems to have finally tamed hotter-than-hot bad boy Noah Flynn, but now they're facing a new challenge. Noah's 3,000 miles away at Harvard, which means they're officially a long-distance couple - and it's tough. After all, there's only so much texts and calls can do- and when Elle sees a post which suggests Noah's getting friendly with someone else, she's devastated. On top of that, it's hard to ignore new boy Levi. He's gentle, sweet, cute - and definitely interested in Elle. With her heart on the line, what's a girl to do? Join Elle, Noah, Lee and all your favorite Kissing Booth characters for another amazing romantic story that's sure to have you swooning. Chapter 1 Senior year, baby! Once the car door slammed shut behind me, I tilted back my head and let my eyes slide closed, drawing in a deep breath. The sun tickled my cheeks, and a smile played on my lips. The school smelled of freshly cut grass, and the air was filled with the bubbly chatter of teenagers running around the parking lot, meeting up with their classmates again after summer. Everybody always complained about how much they hated the first day of school­I was sure that everyone secretly loved it, though. There was just something about the new school year that meant new beginnings. Which was kind of ridiculous, because it was high school, but that didn't stop it from feeling true. I turned to Lee, my eyes open again now, and he shot me a grin. It might have been a Monday morning, but I felt weightless. My smile mirrored his. Senior year, here we come, I replied softly. If here was anything worth being excited about, I was sure that the start of senior year was it. I'd heard people say that your college years were supposed to be the best years of your life­but college sounded like it was going to be so much more hard work than high school, even if it did mean more freedom. Lee and I were convinced that senior year was the last year to really enjoy ourselves, before adulthood hit. I moved around the car to lean against the hood, next to Lee. He'd always made a fuss about his precious car, the '65 Mustang he cherished so dearly; hell, it practically sparkled. I can't believe it's finally here. I mean, think about it: this is our last first day of high school. This time next year, we'll be at college. . . . Lee groaned. Don't remind me. I already had that speech off my mom this morning­complete with tearful eyes. I don't even want to think about college. Tough luck, buddy. It's inevitable. We're moving up in the world. Even though the thought of college applications made my stomach twist, too, I'd tried to work on my application essay over the summer but still hadn't made any progress on it. I didn't even want to think about the possibility that Lee and I would end up at different colleges. That he'd get accepted somewhere I didn't. That we might end up apart next year. We...

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The sizzling sequel to the Kissing Booth. Soon to be a Netflix film!

Elle Evans seems to have finally tamed hotter-than-hot bad boy Noah Flynn, but now they're facing a new challenge. Noah's 3,000 miles away at Harvard, which means they're officially a long-distance couple - and it's tough. After all, there's only so much texts and calls can do- and when Elle sees a post which suggests Noah's getting friendly with someone else, she's devastated.

On top of that, it's hard to ignore new boy Levi. He's gentle, sweet, cute - and definitely interested in Elle.

With her heart on the line, what's a girl to do?

Join Elle, Noah, Lee and all your favorite Kissing Booth characters for another amazing romantic story that's sure to have you swooning.

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Chapter 1

 

“Senior year, baby!”

 

Once the car door slammed shut behind me, I tilted back my head and let my eyes slide closed, drawing in a deep breath. The sun tickled my cheeks, and a smile played on my lips. The school smelled of freshly cut grass, and the air was filled with the bubbly chatter of teenagers running around the parking lot, meeting up with their classmates again after summer. Everybody always complained about how much they hated the first day of school—­I was sure that everyone secretly loved it, though.

 

There was just something about the new school year that meant new beginnings. Which was kind of ridiculous, because it was high school, but that didn’t stop it from feeling true.

 

I turned to Lee, my eyes open again now, and he shot me a grin.

 

It might have been a Monday morning, but I felt weightless. My smile mirrored his. “Senior year, here we come,” I replied softly.

 

If here was anything worth being excited about, I was sure that the start of senior year was it.

 

I’d heard people say that your college years were supposed to be the best years of your life—­but college sounded like it was going to be so much more hard work than high school, even if it did mean more freedom. Lee and I were convinced that senior year was the last year to really enjoy ourselves, before adulthood hit.

 

I moved around the car to lean against the hood, next to Lee. He’d always made a fuss about his precious car, the ’65 Mustang he cherished so dearly; hell, it practically sparkled.

 

“I can’t believe it’s finally here. I mean, think about it: this is our last first day of high school. This time next year, we’ll be at college. . . .”

 

Lee groaned. “Don’t remind me. I already had that speech off my mom this morning—­complete with tearful eyes. I don’t even want to think about college.”

 

“Tough luck, buddy. It’s inevitable. We’re moving up in the world.”

 

Even though the thought of college applications made my stomach twist, too, I’d tried to work on my application essay over the summer but still hadn’t made any progress on it.

 

I didn’t even want to think about the possibility that Lee and I would end up at different colleges. That he’d get accepted somewhere I didn’t. That we might end up apart next year. We’d spent our entire lives practically joined at the hip. What the hell would I do without him around?

 

“Unfortunately,” Lee was saying, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Look, you’re not going to start waxing lyrical about the future or something, are you? Please say if you are. I’ll leave you to your thoughts and go find the guys.”

 

Playfully, I shoved my shoulder into his. “I’ll stop talking about college now. Promise.”

 

“Thank God for that.”

 

“Although, speaking of the guys—­has Cam told you anything about this new neighbor?”

 

“I’d almost forgotten about that.”

 

Cam, one of our closest friends since elementary school, had sprung the news on us…