A/N: Home life comes out much more, don't mind L's bastard of a father.

Chapter 5 You're Outta Here!

L's jaw almost dropped when he walked into first period the next morning. Light was sitting at his desk alone, no girls, nothing. And when L walked passed Light glanced up and smiled at him. His palms grew sweaty, was this a dream? He pinched himself. Ouch, no.

"Morning, Lawliet." Light called as he passed. L flinched, what was going on? They had shared a moment but he didn't think Light would be so nice towards him. He thought Light would find some outrageous reason to be mad at him and blame everything on him.

"Uhm morning?" his voice came out as a small squeak from his nervousness.

Light was standing and leaning against L's desk now. "It's crazy how high school's almost over, huh?" he let out a little chuckle. The sound sent L's stomach in a bunch. His hands were clammy and his mouth was cottony. Light's smile was directed at him but he couldn't take it. L was too happy and he knew Light would find away to ruin it somehow.

So he said the only thing he thought he could. "My boyfriend was pretty upset when I couldn't walk him home." L flinched at his own words, they sounded pathetic even to his own ears. Light's face hardened and the moment was gone. L immediately regretted it.

Light shook his head and turned back to his desk but not before L noticed the flirty smile he sent a girl's way. "Shit." L muttered.

A note landed on his desk and he opened.

Watch that IQ, Lawliet.

He smiled, so Light wasn't too mad after all.

:::

L's eyes widened, Light had closed a girl's hair in her locker and she was screeching. Light stood there awkwardly and scratched his head, he was off his game. Something must be wrong. Light almost seemed of balance to L. He didn't know how he could've ruined everything so soon.

He didn't want to run into Kyle so L went out the door without stopping by his locker. His hands were latched on the straps of his back pack and he stared at the ground the entire way home.

His father was sitting at the table when he walked in. L's dad was never home, he preferred to stay at the office or jet off to some unknown country to meet exotic women. His father's hard, loveless eyes turned up to him. "What the hell is this?" He threw down a letter and it skidded acrossed the table towards L. A letter, he wanted to say but he knew better than that. Last time he was a smartass he ended up on his ass. So L just stared at it, not reading it, just staring. His father's fists clenched at his sides. "Well?"

Out of fear of his father L picked up the letter.

Dear Mr. L Lawliet,

We are sorry to inform you that we retract our scholarship offer and you are no longer welcome on our campus. Due to news about your personal life that we had not heard of before hand I'm afraid we cannot let you taint out school grounds. Once you've cleansed yourself you may reapply with proof that that part of you has been cured.

Sincerely,

Princeton's Board of Directors

"This can't be legal…" How had they found out? Who told? How could this happen? L staggered away from it. "No… How? No!"

His father stood and his expression grew even angrier. "What the hell did you do?!"

"I can't believe… No…" This can't be happening, this wasn't happening. His dad would kill him if he knew. He couldn't and wouldn't believe it. Who could be so horrid? Someone wanted to destroy his life but he didn't know who. His eyes widened, Light-kun, it had to be.

"What do they mean 'personal life', 'taint', 'cleanse'?" His father growled at him and was glowering down at him. L staggered back but his father held him in place. "Answer me!" he barked in L's face.

L swallowed and tried to stand as tall as he could manage. "I'm homosexual." His voice came out wavy and unsure of itself.

His father doubled over in laughter and held his side as he laughed. "Funny, not the truth."

Now L wasn't afraid, he was offended and hurt. "I'm gay." He said to dumb it down a little bit for his less than average father.

His father didn't laugh this time; he slammed his fist against L's face making him sway on the spot. "One more chance! What. Is. The. Fucking. Truth?!"

L gulped, if only Light was here his dad always seemed to like him better. But he wasn't and L didn't want him to be. This was all his fault. L let out a long, shaky breath. "I already told you."

His father grabbed a hold of L's jaw tightly. "No son of mine will be a pawn of the devil!"

L's breath witched and he struggled to get out of his father's death grip. "What are you saying?"

His dad was calm now and fixed him with a cold, flat stare. "You're disowned."

"But dad-!"

"Get out of my damn house." He shoved L away from him.

L stood on shaky legs and wobbled his way up to his, apparently old, room. He packed as little as possible and then snuck over to his father's room. Since he was kicking him out the least he could do was give him a little money they considered pocket change. He twisted the lock on the safe and threw a whole stack of money into his bag.

Serves them right.

He made his way down the stairs and then hesitated. His father's cigarettes were sitting on the table; people did say they helped with stress. He snatched them and the lighter lying beside it up. He calmly walked out of the house.

When his feet hit the pavement he lit on up. He inhaled deeply and was sent into a coughing fit. His hands were on his knees and he hacked away. He tried again and this time was ready for it so it wasn't as bad. Each time he took a drag it just got better and better. After the first one he lit another and then another and another until the entire pack was gone.

L reached for another and then noticed the pack was emptied. "Shit," he muttered.

He spotted a gas station up ahead and headed for it. He walked in and squinted at all the different colored cigarette cartons then down at the pack in his hand, he just smiled.

"Marlboro menthol one hundreds."

"You got it." The guy, he couldn't be much older than L, reached up and grabbed one, dropping it on the counter in one smooth arm swing. "5.95 dude."

L handed him the money and grabbed the death sticks.

Light squinted though the tinted glass of the gas station. The door swung open and L strode out. Light's eyes darted to the pack in L's hand. "L?"

L took a stick out of the pack and held it between his lips. "Wha-?" He spotted Light. "Oh! Light-kun, uhhh… Hey!" He let the stick drop from his lips and then remembered whose fault it was for him to even be in the situation he was in. "What do you want?" L spat out the words like poison.

Light looked confused. "What did I do?"

L shook his head and pivoted towards the road. "What haven't you done? Or better yet who." Everything came rushing up, every happy memory, every tear shed and every time he'd gazed at Light from afar. Now it's ended up like this. L couldn't take it and the tears bubbled up. "Just stay out of my life."

Light watched in stun as L retreated the opposite way he'd come. Light didn't know what he'd done but it had to be something, something big. And when had L began smoking? L was smart enough to know what they did. Light had so many questions but only one person had the answers he wanted.

Light climbed back into his dad's car without filling it up and drove home. His hands wouldn't stay still on the wheel and it took all of his self control not to drive passed L's house. He kept his eyes pinned forward and kept his leg jiggling to a minimum.

He turned into his driveway and made a dash to his room for his phone. He grabbed it and dialed L's number. Instant voicemail, "Damn it." He let it slip from his fingers.

Light scooped up his phone again and dialed L's home number. His father picked up. "Lawliet residents."

"Hey Mr. Lawliet."

"Oh, hello Light."

"Is L there?"

The other line was silent and then there was the click of a phone. Light glanced at his phone's screen, L's dad had hung up on him. What was going on?

A/N: So L picked up a bad habit. I disapprove!