A/N: Part two of the Legally Blonde one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own THG or Legally Blonde.

Madge drove into campus with her VW buggy and a moving truck following in behind her. She turned off her ignition and hopped out of the car, a wide grin forming on her face. Needless to say, the campus was beautiful. She took off her sunglasses and waved at the moving truck.

"Is this it?" the mover asked, sticking his head out of the truck window.

Madge nodded. "Yup! I'm over at this building!" She turned and pointed at the brick building to her right. "I'm on the fifth floor, room 5E."

She spun around, waving at the people passing by. She was here. She made it. As soon as Griffith sees her, he'd beg her to take him back. Madge's smile widened even more at the thought. She spotted the welcome table and made her way towards it.

"Hi, my name is Madge. Madge Undersee," she said to the person behind the desk. "I'm here to pick up my schedule."

The clerk looked at her, taking in her perfectly pristine outfit, and scoffed. He then looked through the files and pulled out her folder. "Here you go. Schedule's inside, along with the campus map and book list." He handed Madge the folder.

"Fantastic!" Madge said, opening up the folder and taking a look at the papers. "Um, question." The clerk raised a brow. "Has Griffith Mellark checked in yet?"

The clerk looked at his clipboard and back up at her. "No, but maybe you should check in with the cruise director at the lido deck." He stared at her with a bored expression and Madge felt her smile falter.

"All you had to say was yes or no," she huffed before making her way back to the movers.

"Hey miss! Where do you want us to put this?" the mover yelled. The other workers were holding her pink papasan chair.

Madge tucked the folder under her arm. "Ooh! My chair! Here let me show you."

Madge stared at her reflection and let out a nervous sigh.

It took her three hours last night to pick out the perfect outfit. She had to look intelligent yet cute. Sophisticated but not too prude. The outfit she had chosen was perfect.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" she muttered to herself. She fumbled through her vanity drawer and pulled out her glasses. She put it on and took a last glance at herself. "Perfect! I totally look the part."

Madge collected her things and made her way to her first class. When she entered the building, she strode down the hall, ready to take on her very first class as a Harvard law student, but all her prior thoughts quickly went out the door as she saw Griffith Mellark standing at the end of the hall.

Madge straightened her back and held her head high as she walked right past him.

"Madge?"

The corner of her lips curved up into a smile and she turned around with a shocked expression. "Griffith? Wow, I totally forgot you go here!" She let out a light laugh and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

He stared at her with furrowed brows. "Uh...what are you talking about? I uh- are you here to see me?"

"No silly!" she giggled. "I go here."

"You go where?" he asked.

Griffith always did look super cute when he was confused, she thought to herself.

"Harvard! Law school?" she said, smiling up at him.

He scoffed. "You got into Harvard law?"

Madge raised a brow. "What, like it's hard?" She rested a hand on his shoulder. "Listen, I'm running late for class, but let's meet up for lunch, yeah? Gosh, this is going to be great!" He continued to gape at her as she waved goodbye.

Her first class did not go exactly as Madge had planned.

Not only was she unaware of the summer assignment, she got kicked out of class for it too. When the professor had asked Glimmer Kensington if it was acceptable for Madge come to class unprepared, Madge sent her a hopeful smile. Everyone made mistakes and Madge had really thought that this Kensington girl would be on her side. But when she opened her little pink mouth, she stared right at Madge and said, "No, I don't."

Madge found a bench and threw her bag on it before sitting down. She covered her head with her hands and let out a frustrated groan. She had never been so humiliated in her life.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she thought.

She lifted her head from her hands, closed her eyes, and let out a deep breath.

Inhale, Exhale...Inhale, Exhale...Inhale-

"Excuse me?" a deep voice interrupted. "Are you okay?"

Madge opened her eyes and turned to the bench beside her's. The man was sitting with some papers on his lap, looking at her with a worried expression.

"Yeah," she mumbled. He raised a brow but attempted to turn his attention back at his papers. "It's just...do they always put you on the spot like that, like all the time?"

The man looked back up at her. "Who? The professors?" He let out an airy laugh. "Yeah, they tend to do that...it's called the socratic method."

Madge straightened up and fully faced him. "And they just kick you out if you don't know the answer?"

"Ah, so you have Stromwell, huh?" he asked, a smirk beginning to form on his face.

"Yes!" Madge exclaimed. "Did she do that to you too?"

"No," he said. "But she did make me cry once. I mean, not during class, I waited until I got back to my room but...yeah, she'll kick you right in the balls." He blushed as he realized what he had just admitted. "I mean...or wherever...but yeah, she's tough."

Madge's shoulders deflated and she leaned back on the bench. "Oh great."

The man leaned towards her and pushed his papers off his lap. "No but it gets better! Who else do you have?"

Madge began to list all the professors she had, and one by one, the man began to tell her tips on how to do well in their class.

"Snow likes people who tend to speak up in his class," he explained. "And for Abernathy...I would try and find a seat in the back. He tends to spit when he talks, especially when he comes to class hungover."

"Okay," she muttered. A smile began to form on her face and she had completely forgotten about the humiliating experience she had gone through earlier. "You know, I'm really glad I met you," she said, smiling at him. He sent a shy smile back. "Are you a third year?" she asked.

He shook his head, "No actually-"

"Madge," a voice yelled across the courtyard. Griffith was walking towards her and Madge immediately straightened up in her seat.

"Griffith, hi!" she said, standing up. She quickly turned back to the man sitting on the bench, "Thanks for your help!" she said.

"Yeah, good luck," he said before shoving his papers into his bag.

Madge looked back up at Griffith with a wide grin.

"So...Madge...h-how was your first class?" he stammered out.

"Ugh, it was fine, except for this horrible preppy girl who tried to make me look bad in front of the professor, but it's no biggie. How was your summer?" she asked.

"Oh well...it was good-" A hand wrapped around Griffith's shoulder—a hand with a huge diamond on it's finger. Griffith's eyes widened as he realized who it was. "Oh uh...I-hey!" He looked back and forth between the two. "Have you met Glimmer?"

Madge felt her smile falter and her heart began to pound rapidly inside her chest.

"Oh hi," the girl said, smirking at Madge. "Glimmer Kensington."

Madge looked back up at Griffith. "Do you know her?" she asked, her throat tightening up with every word.

"Yeah uh-"

"I'm his fiance," Glimmer interrupted.

Madge blinked and stared at the pair standing in front of her. She had to be hallucinating. She and Griffith had only been broken up for two months. There was no way Griffith would propose to another girl so soon.

But as Madge stared at the hefty diamond on Glimmer's finger, and took in Griffith's nervous posture, she was able to put two and two together. Oh how she wish she hadn't.

A/N: I'm having super fun writing this. And yes, there are direct quotes from the movie, but how can I not include such iconic lines? Anyway, I hope you guys liked this part as well! :) Xo, Shan