Lemons
Blaine Anderson had just come out of the closet. It was this simple act that lead to his phobia of going of school. Now every time he walks down the halls between lessons someone shouts an insult at him or shoves him into a locker. His left arm is purple from the bruises, it wasn't much better at home.
His mum was supportive but he could tell she was disappointed. His dad didn't bother trying to cover up his anger, Blaine is pretty sure the scar on his forehead is permanent. He didn't mind too much though it reminded him of harry potter.
It was a week since he'd come out when it happened, it was a planned attack, It was obvious it was. To be honest it was an obscure attack, when coming out of the bathroom one of the schools footballer players, Blaine didn't catch who had a knife and made a long but not deep cut down Blaine's arms and ran off leaving Blaine confused not quite sure what happened.
Blaine decided to go down to the nurse and get something to put on the cuts, but he received another more painful shock as he turned the corner seven members of the football team where clutching cut yellow fruit. Lemons. They pinned him to the floor squeezing the citric juice in to the cuts in his arm until the lemons ran dry. Then they let Blaine run as they pelted him with the ones they didn't bother to cut.
Blaine sat in agony and stayed curled up in pain as the other students went to class. He was left on his own, late for English. He was determined not to be beaten by the ruthless Jocks. He stood up and went back to the hall way where he was pelted and picked up the lemons off the floor, they looked fine. He picked up around twenty decent lemons and put them in his bag and skipped the rest of the day at school and went home.
At home he made lemonade and put it in a flask. The next day at school was unbearably hot, he sat in the shade he drank his lemonade laughing at all the jocks who spent all their money on what is now his lemons and can't afford a cold drink.