Disclaimer: I do not own Legally Blonde the Musical or any of the characters.

A/N: Yayyy! One review. Thank you! It's really not much but it made me super happy, therefore I present to you the second chapter. I don't really know how long It's going to be yet, but If you have any ideas to further the plot, let me know. :)

-K

Frozen.

Everything about Elle felt frozen. Her heart, her arms and legs, her lips that had been forcefully kissed by that awful man, even time felt frozen. But she felt on fire too. Every breath she took was labored and burned her lungs, and the dwindling energy she had left all went to asking the same question, "How could I be so stupid?"

How long Elle sat on the cold, dark, polished wood floor of Callahan's office, she would never know. As soon as he triumphantly marched out the door, nothing seemed to register in her mind anymore. Not after the words he had said. She vaguely recalled Warner spitting some smug comment about Callahan at her, and Vivienne glaring daggers his way telling him to shut up, before she turned to look at Elle with what could only be described as sympathy.

That was it. She was going home. She just wanted everything to be the way it was before, she just wanted to be that stupid blonde again because she knew that's all anyone would ever see. "Is that what Emmett sees too? Was all of his kindness just pity?," the thoughts tore through her mind and made more tears pour down her stained cheeks.

Shakily, she stood up and grabbed on to the smooth, wooden desk to balance her. Taking a glance in the reflection of one of the massive windows, Elle shuddered. Her eyes were properly blood shot and puffy, and the currently flowing tears ran mascara down her cheeks. Her hair definitely wasn't at it's best either.

Fully balanced now, Elle straightened the collar of her blouse and smoothed the skirt with her hands, after running her fingers through her slightly knotted locks of blonde. Slowly but surely, she made her way out of Callahan's office and down the dark and chilly pathways of Harvard back to her dorm.

Everything up until now had been a blur. Elle made it to her dorm, and standing there was a proud, beaming Emmett calling her "Intern of the Year" with that adorable side grin of his. She only remembered telling Emmett that she was leaving for California in the morning, and why. He was thoroughly shocked. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to fight it. He wanted her to stay. She wanted to know why he took such sympathy on her, why he wanted her to stay.

But she never asked, and she realized she never had been brave enough to tell him the whole truth.

Love, she really was in love. Even more so than before, and what she had with Warner was not considered a school girl crush in comparison with what she felt with Emmett. But she wasn't going to tell him, because he deserved so much more than a ditzy blonde.

So with that, Elle squeezed past him and into her room, slid on the floor, and cried her eyes out. She needed him to leave before she told him, before he gave her a reason to stay. Before she fell in love with him more. She needed him to just let her be the blonde everyone said she was, the world would be a more tolerable place, or at least that's what she thought.

After hearing a bit of sniffling from Emmett's side of the door, she heard he shoes squeak down the hallways as he walked away. She sighed one of relief, and anguish. Because he had left, but also because he didn't stay.

Elle warily changed into simply her underwear and a large t-shirt of Emmett's that he had lent to her, and it still smelled like him. It smelled like his worn leather bag, books, and old spice. She was going to miss that smell.

Bruiser quietly whined and circled her feet, sensing the lack of happiness that she usually radiated. She just wanted to sleep. For a very long time. She would pack tomorrow, she decided.

After picking up little knick-knacks here and there around her small, comfy dorm to busy her mind, Elle crawled under the soft, pink covers of her bed, and just stared at the ceiling, not bothering to turn the light off. On instinct she looked over at the door and noticed that she had forgotten to lock it, but not really caring.

She threw the covers off. She was overheating. She was freaking out. Everything about the year she had been here was practically a lie. She started replaying the events of the night in her mind, and fresh tears leaked from her tired eyes. She curled up into a ball and started shivering, because her spasm-like behavior towards her sheets and covers had landed them on the ground.

Laying in this position for who knows how long, Elle eventually drifted into a heavy sleep. Not even the sound of light knocking, or a door being hesitantly opened by a green eyed, curly haired aspiring lawyer woke her up.

AWWWW I feel like this is going to end so adorably. I don't have time to triple check the spelling and grammar, so sorry if there are any mistakes. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day/night/week!

-K