Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

The huddle tightened around Coach Harris the second the timeout horn sounded.

Clipboard in one hand.

Marker in the other.

His voice cut through the noise of the arena with the precision of someone who’d been doing this for decades.

"Marcus, quit sagging off your man. He’s already hit two from the corner."

"Devon, stop settling for threes. Get downhill. Make them foul you."

"Jamal, your rotations are a step late. If you’re late against this team, you’re giving them free points."

He moved from player to player without stopping, pointing at the clipboard, drawing quick arrows, tapping shoulders, making eye contact with every man in the circle. Every player got something~an adjustment, a reminder, a word of encouragement, even a pat on the back.

Every player...

Except Lucas.

Lucas stood on the edge of the huddle with a bottle of water in his hand, close enough to hear every instruction, yet somehow invisible. Coach Harris’s eyes swept across the circle more than once, but every time they reached Lucas, they simply moved on, as if there was an empty space where he stood instead of a player wearing Ashford’s jersey.

Not one instruction.

Not one acknowledgment.

Not even a glance.

Lucas wasn’t surprised.

His mind drifted back to what he’d overheard before checking into the game.

Coach Harris leaning toward his assistant, believing nobody else could hear.

"Let Dexter have him. Kid gets rattled easy. Maybe he takes a hard fall."

A pause.

"Wouldn’t be the worst thing if he spent the rest of the season in a walking boot."

The assistant hadn’t argued.

Hadn’t disagreed.

He’d simply stayed quiet.

Standing here now, watching Coach Harris coach around him with deliberate precision, Lucas finally understood.

This wasn’t neglect.

It was intentional.

Harris had no interest in helping him succeed.

If anything...

He’d been hoping Northlake’s captain would solve his "Lucas problem" for him.

Lucas took another drink of water, his expression never changing.

It didn’t bother him nearly as much as Harris probably expected it to.

He twisted the cap back onto the bottle and set it quietly at the end of the bench. Then he loosened his shoulders with a slow roll, stretched his arms across his chest, and rotated his waist from side to side until the stiffness from yesterday’s street games eased a little more.

That’s when Lucas felt it.

Not a sound.

Not movement.

A stare.

Warm.

Deliberate.

Strong enough that it cut straight through the noise of the arena and landed squarely on him.

His head turned almost on instinct.

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Right at the front of Northlake’s cheer section, standing near the baseline, one girl had separated herself from the rest of the squad. While everyone else was stretching, laughing, or chatting before the timeout ended, she stood perfectly still, her attention fixed entirely on him.

She’d been watching him.

For a while.

Lucas could tell.

She was clearly the captain.

It wasn’t just the letter stitched onto her uniform.

Everything about her carried authority. The other cheerleaders naturally formed around her without realizing it, following her rhythm, matching her energy.

Blonde hair was pulled into a flawless high ponytail, every strand exactly where it belonged.

Her blue-and-white cheer uniform was deliberately tight and slutty ~ the cropped top stretched tightly over her big, full breasts, the fabric clinging so closely that the soft shape of her heavy tits and the clear outline of her hard nipples were impossible to miss.

The short pleated skirt barely covered the curve of her ass, riding high on her toned thighs and flashing smooth skin with every small movement.

She had the kind of hourglass figure that made it impossible not to stare: narrow waist, wide hips, and those big, heavy breasts that bounced lightly even when she stood still.

She wasn’t simply beautiful.

She was pure sex appeal.

The kind of girl who could walk into a crowded room and somehow become the only person anyone remembered afterward.

More dangerous than her looks...

...was her confidence.

She didn’t seek attention.

She expected it.

Their eyes met across the court.

Neither of them looked away.

A slow, slutty smile tugged at one corner of her lips, subtle enough that nobody else would’ve noticed it. Then, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, she gave him a playful, knowing wink, holding it just long enough to make sure there was no mistaking who it was meant for.

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

Before he could react, her hand lifted lazily toward her face.

One fingertip traced slowly across her lower lip.

Deliberately.

Almost teasingly.

Then her smile deepened, her eyes darkening with clear interest as she subtly pushed her chest forward, making her big breasts strain even more against the tight top.

She wasn’t flirting by accident.

She wanted him to notice.

And she knew he had.

For a brief moment, the rest of the arena disappeared.

The roar of twenty thousand fans.

The squeak of sneakers across polished hardwood.

Coach Harris barking instructions somewhere behind him.

All of it faded into background noise.

Lucas didn’t even realize he’d stopped stretching until the referee’s whistle pierced through the arena, snapping him back to reality.

The timeout was over.

The second quarter was about to begin.

Players hurried back into position on both ends of the floor as the officials prepared to inbound the ball.

Lucas jogged toward his assignment, but before crossing half court, he glanced toward the cheer section one last time.

She was already back in formation.

Pom-poms raised.

That dazzling, perfectly practiced smile had returned to her face, cheering with the rest of the squad as though nothing had happened.

As though she hadn’t just shamelessly flirted with a player in the middle of a packed arena.

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Across the court...

Dexter caught the inbound pass.

His jaw was locked so tightly the muscles along his neck bulged beneath his skin. The frustration on his face had only grown during the timeout, his eyes burning with something far uglier than competitive fire.

He wasn’t thinking about the scoreboard anymore.

He wasn’t thinking about Coach Carter’s adjustments.

And he definitely wasn’t thinking about basketball.

Every thought in his head revolved around one person.

Lucas.

Dexter had seen everything.

From his spot on the court he had watched his own girlfriend ~ the cheer captain, the girl who was supposed to be his ~ lock eyes with Lucas, smile that slow slutty smile, and wink at him without a single ounce of shame.

He had watched her trace her finger across her lower lip and push her big tits forward like she was offering herself right there in front of everyone.

He had always known she was a slut.

He wasn’t stupid.

But he never expected her to be this bold.

To flirt so openly... so shamelessly... with another man right in front of him, during a game, while wearing the school’s uniform.

The rage in his chest burned hotter than anything the scoreboard could ever make him feel.

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