A/N: This is the first fic I have written that isn't THG. I hope you guys enjoy this! Title inspiored by the song You Can't Blame A Girl For Trying By Sabrina Carpenter.

Disclaimer: I don't own B.O.B I only own Ashlynn Neal and her siblings. Or the last name Lovato.

"You people are at the position of attention!" The ever annoying voice of Herbert Sobel echoed around us, causing me and the rest of the boys snap to attention in the warm Georgia heat. He was late, again.

Stalking past my place in the line up formation and moving down the line, only after giving me the usual stare which always made my skin pop, stopped in front of Private Frank Perconte, the only person who I'm slightly taller than.

"Private Perconte, have you been blousing your pants over your boots like a paratrooper?" Sobel demands basically shouting in his face. Poor Frank.

"No Sir," Perconte replies staring straight ahead, clearly annoyed at being singled out, again, for something Sobel had just made up to punish E- Company.

"Then explain the creases at the bottom!"

"No excuse, Sir."

"Volunteering for Parashooting infantry is one thing Perconte, but you've got a long way to prove you belong here," Sobel shouted once more, how he was wearing a leather army jacket in this weather, I don't know. "Your weekend pass is revoked," he added before moving down the line.

Next he stopped at another one of my friends, who am I kidding, they're all my friends. "Name!" Sobel demands.

"Luz, George."

Grabbing George's gun, Sobel glanced at it, not bothering to look properly before stating,"Dirt in the rear side aperture. Pass revoked."

Walking again down the line Sobel pasted me once more and stopped at the man next to me, Carwood Lipton, my fellow Sargent.

"When did you sew on the chevron, Sargent Lipton?" He demanded, grasping idly at the 'thread' on Lip's arm.

"Yesterday, Sir," Lip replies. I can tell he is barley holding back a sigh.

"Long enough to notice these!" Sobel says. "Revoked," he adds as a after thought, his eyes now roaming up and down my body. Oh no.

Coming to stand in front of me he demands my name, causing me to mentally face palm my self, he knows my name.

"Lovato, Ashlynn Sir," I reply holding my gun towards him, sending a glare at him. God I hate him! Grasping my gun he lifts it up giving it a quick glance over before shoving it into my chest, I couldn't help but letting out a loud yelp. (All you gals out there probably know it hurts when you hit your breast)

"I don't know why they let a woman into the army. You don't belong here Neal. You're not gonna stay here any longer if I have anything to do with it," he rants, shouting in my face. "I don't need you distracting my men, are we clear?" He seethed.

"Yes Sir!" I answer, anger boiling in my stomach. He says the same thing over and over again, thinking I'm gonna crack and drop out. Sorry jackass I'm here to stay.

"Name!" He once again demands, now stood in front of Don.

"Malarkey, Donald G," Don says staring straight ahead.

"Malarkey... 'Malarkey' is slang for 'bullshit', isn't it?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Rust on the butt plate hinge spring, Private Bullshit. Revoked," Sobel snapped before moving on to the next victim.

"Name," he seethed once again. This was getting old what the heck is he doing, he knows all of our names!

"Liebgott, Joseph D Sir!"

Instead of going for the gun, he goes for Jo's bayonet. "Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. do you want to kill Germans?"

"Yes Sir."

"Not with this," Sobel says, whacking Liebgott's helmet with his bayonet.

Stalking to the front of the group. He shouts. "I won't take this filthy piece of shit to war! And I won't take you to war in your condition!"

"Now thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in this company who had a weekend pass has lost it," he bellows, glaring at me with a look in his eyes I don't like at all.

"Change into your PT gear. We're running Curahee."

"2nd Platoon, fall out, we have two minutes," Lieutenant Winters orders his gaze sset firmly on me.

"Sargent Lovato," A soft voice has stopped me from heading to the barracks. Turning around to see who it is I come face to face with Lieutenant Winters.

"Don't let him get to you. you're a good asset to this company, we all need you. Don't let him push you out," Winters says softly. His green eyes stare into my sapphire blue ones. I can't help but notice how good looking he is. My heart starts beating faster, whether it was from his obvious concern or his closeness I don't know

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! I'd like to thank Captain-MJB for helping me so much! there will be a lot of Ashlynn and Dick!

Toodles!