Even Millie's dad, super-upright mayor and assistant coach, has had angry confrontations with him and obviously had his sights set on the job and plush office of head coach. Who would kill Coach Killdare? Almost anyone! Almost everyone who knew him had a motive. Still, gagging and gasping out apologies for barfing on his feet was not exactly the teen flick cute-meet with the gorgeous Chase she would have chosen in her lamest dreams. She's mostly trying to preserve her reputation as award-winning ace girl reporter for the school paper, thereby beating Vivienne Fitch, her pom-pommed rival, to the scoop of snooping out calamitous cracks in the stadium's concrete supports.

Not that Millicent Ostermeyer is a sports freak who pines after star players or frequents the football field and lockers. It's not a pretty sight, prompting Millie to lose her lunch indecorously all over the cleated feet of star quarterback Chase Albright when he rushes toward her screams from the field. At least, for Millie Ostermeyer, when she stumbles onto his corpse, reposing on a piece of maintenance equipment in a dark, odoriferous storage room under the stadium. Old Coach Killdare was as dead as a door-nail.

If this ends up on youTube, Viv is going to murder Mr. That really should've made me laugh, but I actually kind of winced.

However, I couldn't overlook it when Coach abruptly wheeled around and, completely unprovoked, booted our school's costumed mascot Buzz the Bee right in the stinger, launching him, stumbling and flailing wildly, into my archenemy Vivienne Fitch, sending her sprawling on her butt, so everybody got a view up her flippy little 'cheer' skirt. Well, maybe I couldn't see the spit, but from the way demoted, one-time quarterback Mike Price kept flinching, I was pretty sure Mike was getting a shower during the game.Īs the student reporter assigned to this 'bleepin'' game-and daughter of Assistant Coach Jack Ostermeyer-I should have known what had just happened on the field, but the truth was, I didn't really like sports. Head football coach 'Hollerin' Hank' Kildare was having such a massive meltdown that even from where I was standing, I could see his trademark blue vein popping in his neck and the usual flecks of spittle flying out of his mouth.

Buzz Kill by Beth Fantaskey