Yay, chapter two! Can you handle the intensity?! Probably. Just like last time, I don't understand legal junk, so if I get it wrong don't hold it against me. I'm going to go to school for zoology, not law. I hope you enjoy reading this junk as much as I'll enjoy writing it. Also, I got a notification that bookwormrdd is following this story. That is awesome. I honestly didn't expect anyone to like this crap. Of course now I actually have to put effort into this, so as a warning, there might be a little bit of out of characterness in this chapter. I apologize for it, and I promise you that it is only to move the story along. Enjoy!

"It kind of sucks we need to stay on campus," Foggy said as he and Matt walked onto the ground of Harvard Law School, "It would be nice to be put up in a really fancy hotel."

"It will be just like being back at Columbia," Matt responded, "Besides, it's only for a week." Foggy nodded, and took the time to take in their surroundings.

"It's good you can't see, Matt."

"Why's that?"

"Everybody here looks like they bought all of the clothes in GAP. I have never seen so many polos in my life." Foggy explained, laughing with Matt.

"You mean that's not what everybody wears all the time normally nowadays?" Matt joked, "I had always assumed that was the style." The two men laughed harder together, as Foggy led Matt towards the school. He knew that Matt could find his way around, probably even better than he could, but he liked feeling important. Besides, Matt had his secret identity to worry about.

"We should find where we're staying." Foggy reasoned, not always only being there for jokes, "We should clean ourselves up before meeting that Callahan guy."

"That's a good idea…" Matt agreed, walking with his friend. It was a little strange for both of them to be at a University again, especially a University that neither of them attended.

"Do you have any idea where we're supposed to go?" Foggy asked, realising he knew absolutely nothing about how Harvard was set up.

"I do not." Matt admitted, also having no clue about Harvard's layout. Neither of them had been there before.

"Shit." Foggy groaned. They both knew what neither man wanted to say out loud. They needed help. Foggy was more willing to ask for help, but he knew that Matt, being blind, had a pretty firm anti help agenda. It was so intense it would irritate Foggy sometimes, but he could also understand where Matt was coming from. People would constantly offer to help Matt cross the street, and whenever Foggy walked anywhere with Matt at least one person would say how he's such a good person, helping a blind man walk the streets of New York. Of course, no random person on the streets would know about Matt's hyper senses, so he could almost understand where the people on the street were coming from, as well.

"I'm going to ask someone to help me find where we're supposed to stay. You follow your crazy nose to somewhere to eat, and chill out there. Then I'll find you, we'll eat, and I'll lead you to where we're staying." Foggy told his friend.

"Wouldn't it be easier for me to just ask someone with you?" Matt reasoned, although he knew why Foggy was offering this plan.

"Hell yeah it would be, but your pride won't let us take the easy way."

"I'm able to ask for help, Foggy. I've done it before."

"I know. But whenever you need to ask a stranger, you spend the next week trying to prove how self sufficient you are and it's a pain to deal with."

"So this is more of you not wanting to deal with my shit than you looking out for me?" Matt chuckled, playfully shoving his friend.

"I can neither confirm nor deny that statement."Foggy responded, shoving Matt back. With that, Foggy went off to find someone, preferably a cute girl, to help him find where he and Matt would be staying. Matt listened to him go, and then went to find a coffee place on campus, to keep up his end of their deal.

It took about five minutes, but eventually he found a small place to get coffee. It was relatively empty, and the few people who were there were doing some kind of work, or flirting with each other, so Matt just faded into the background. It was amazing how easy it is for a blind man to do that. Nobody would look at a blind guy twice. At least, not anybody average.

However, unbeknownst to Matt, a girl happened to walk into the coffee shop a little while after Matt had sat down. She was small, pretty, and blonde. She didn't look like most of the people at Harvard, what with her high heels, cute purse, and pink sundress. The girl was deciding where to sit when she noticed Matt. Being the girl she was, she walked right on over to the blind man, and sat across from him.

Matt looked up, almost choking on her perfume. It didn't smell bad, and to the average person it wouldn't be overpowering, only noticeable if she turned a certain way or flipped her hair over her shoulder. However, unbeknownst to the girl sitting across from him, Matt was not the average person.

"Hi~!," The girl chirped, "Woods, Elle Woods." She extended a perfectly manicured hand to him, but although Matt knew that she had, he had to play dumb. Appearances, and all that.

"I'm Matt...Matt Murdock." He responded, holding his hand out. Somehow he wasn't surprised that when she shook it, her hand was very soft. Somebody takes personal care very seriously.

"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you knew?" Elle cocked her head slightly to the left, causing her blonde hair to cascade over her shoulder.

"I'm actually here because my partner and I are-" He didn't get to finish her sentence because little miss Woods, comma, Elle cut him off.

"Because, like, this isn't high school. It hasn't been high school for awhile, you know? In, like, high school you could transfer in to a new school, like, whenever if like, you moved, or, like, whatever. But we're in, like, University. And it's, like, really hard to get into Harvard, and, like, I don't think that they let people in when school's been in session for, like, a month. So you can't be new. Actually, do they let people to randomly transfer from University? You would of had to just got here today if you are knew, though. Did you already find your dorm? Do you need help finding your dorm? I could totally help you. Actually, what time is it? At 1:30 I need to accidentally bump into this guy I know, He is, like, so totally cute. Don't tell anyone but i'm trying to win him back. He like, totally dumped me because I wasn't serious enough for him. I'm like, what? It's like, total bullshit, am I right? I am totally serious."

When Elle finally took a breath, Matt realised he finally had a chance to speak. He was glad for it, too. She had just said 'like' thirteen times in that paragraph. He took a second to take in what she had just said.

"So...instead of concentrating on your studies...you're trying to win back an ex boyfriend?"

"You'd understand if you've seen him." Elle stated, crossing her arms.

"Ah...actually…" Matt wasn't sure if this girl didn't realise he was blind or not. Either scenario was possible. One one hand, she was clueless. On the other, she knew, and either was being a asshole or trying to treat him like everybody else.

"And besides, I'm like totally in love with him. Plus he is just great in bed."

"Is he now…?"

"Oh yeah, once we spent, like, four hours in a hot tub together. It was great."

"Four...hours…?"

"Oh yeah. He's, like, so great. I love him so much, so I have to make him realise that I'm totally a Jackie, and not a Marilyn."

"Well...um...have fun...with that...I should...ah…" Matt shifted in his seat, trying to find a way to get out of this conversation.

"I actually have a picture of him on my phone. Here, let me show you." Elle dug around in her purse trying to find her phone. This Matt guy was like, super nice. He was listening to her, and wasn't calling her stupid or anything like that. The only other guy who was so nice to her since she got here was Emmett. Emmett didn't have those super cool sunglasses though. It made Matt seem super mysterious. She scrolled through the pictures, looking for the one that made Warner look super cute, not noticing as Matt awkwardly tried to get out of her metaphorical grip.

"Found it!" Elle chirped, showing her phone to the other, smiling her perfect smile. Matt coughed awkwardly.

"Umm...Miss Woods…"

"Oh please, call me Elle~!"

"Okay...Elle…"

"Seriously, Matt, isn't he like, the cutest guy you've ever seen?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Do you see a lot of cute guys?" Elle gasped, holding up her hand to her mouth, "Matt are you…" She looked around, "Matt are you gay?"

"What?! No!" Matt couldn't believe what he was hearing. Who was this girl? This was a very confusing day. And why do so many people seem to assume that he's gay? There's never been a time in his life when he's felt attracted to a guy! What?!

"Oh you don't need to be ashamed or anything, Matt. I get it. Ohmigosh! That's what you meant by partner! Oh that's probably why you don't care about Warner. You already have a man. I bet he's really cute too. Do you have a picture? I wanna see~!" So that was why he had those super cool sunglasses. No straight guy would wear something so fashionable. Those red tinted lenses were super rad. She should get a pair like that.

"Partner…?" Matt's confusion only intensified before it hit him, "I was referring to my law partner! We're here to talk to some class for a week, guest speakers! I'm not in the kind of relationship that you're insinuating with him!"

"Oh."

"That's it? Oh?"

"Well now I'm trying to figure out why you weren't sure if Warner is the cutest guy you've ever seen. I mean, even if you're straight you're able to say if a guy is cute or not. I'm able to say if girls are cute or not."

"Who the hell is Warner?" Matt was desperately trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He should of just gone with Foggy to find where ever the hell it was they were staying.

"The guy I'm trying to win back. Look at his picture. Isn't he, like, so hot. Like, not even h-o-t hot. I mean full on h-a-w-t hot."

"I told you. I don't know."

"Well why not?"

"Because I can't see the picture."

"Why not? Oh no did the screen lock?" Elle checked her phone, "No, the picture is still up…" Matt took a deep breath, somehow managing to keep his temperature under control.

"I can't see the picture because I am legally blind." Elle looked at Matt, her blue eyes widening. Oh god she was such an idiot! Oh man, she probably totally insulted him! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Elle mentally kicked himself and tried to come up with a good apology. She meant to say I'M SO FUCKING SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW ARE YOU OFFENDED OHMIGOSH, but what she really said was...

" OHMIGOSH ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY!?"

"...what…?"

I wonder how many times I wrote the word "like" while writing Elle's dialogue and innermost thoughts. An cookie goes to whoever counts for me! (Disclaimer: Anyone who counts will not actually receive cookie. Conditions apply, results may vary.) Fun fact: When writing the sentence that read "It made Matt seem super mysterious", I accidentally made a typo that made the sentence read "It made Matt seme." And I was like "Well that would take that story in a different direction. Somebody get Spider-Man up in this." Do you like that reference I made to the disclaimer in the first chapter? Also, this is written in third person omniscient narrating style, so if you're reading and you're like "Matt wouldn't be able to tell that Elle has blonde hair, duh.", or any other situation where you're thinking Matt (or any other character) would/wouldn't be able to blank, I am no longer inside that character's head. I know my writing techniques. Second fun fact: While writing this I had music on shuffle,, and whilst finishing up the first song from the Legally Blonde soundtrack played. I thought that was kind of awesome. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. There are more to come.