kennedyblood:
Rosie was from the top 1% in the USA and maybe in the world because of her last name and what her great grandpa had done, their family and how the people called the Kennedy’s the royal family of the USA. It was a blessing, really it was. But somedays, like this one, it was far too much for her. She was being told from all sides how to act, dress and to be nicer to people. She knew she should be nicer but somehow the nice DNA didn’t come to her. She was just a bitch. And that was it. Maybe it was because she was a Gemini but that was beside the point.
And this is what lead her to the swings on the beach. Little known fact about her was she loved, loved, loved to swing. She had spent about half her childhood it seemed swinging and it was the only thing that brought her comfort, something she needed right now. Not even Ryan could help with all of the emotions in her head. But the funny thing was she wasn’t even swinging, She was sitting on the bench with her head resting against the metal that held the swing up. She didn’t even open her eyes to see who made the noise to the swing next to her. Or even greeted them.
Rosie Kennedy could be an asset if she was used correctly, that much Millie was entirely certain of. In another life they could have been genuine friends and sorority sisters but thanks to Millie’s own family being Delta legacies that was where her chips had fallen. Some people didn’t think her worthy of the presidency of a sorority that was known for holding some of the best brains in the school, but to them she just spat back a biting remark to show them that brains didn’t have to be academic. She was quick on her feet, not always literally except when she was cheering, but there was never a situation the woman didn’t have a comeback for. The president of Xi Gamma was as much of a bitch as Millie herself was, a feat in itself, but it lead them to butt heads a lot of the time.
So while the girl was wandering barefoot along the beach post cheer practice, still wearing her tiny uniform, she was surprised to spot Rosie on the swing set. It seemed so juvenile that the fashion major couldn’t help but curb her path so it crossed a little closer to where the other was just sitting, no laying, on the set. “The famous Rosie Kennedy doesn’t have a bed to sleep on so she has to make use of children’s play sets? I can’t say i’m not surprised but I always knew there was something you were hiding, did daddy spend all your family money on hookers and keeping your mom quiet when she found out?” The brunette smirked, mean glint in her eyes coming out in force, still fired up from cheer practice.