Tried to post this as a review comment, but fanfiction wouldn't have it, lol So here's what I put...

ROTC is Reserve Officer Training Corps. You can take the class in high school, but serious one's usually in college. Ever see those kids walking around in uniforms on Mondays? lol They had it at my school and I thought how funny would it be for Jasper to take this class? Google it if your still confused, its just like a boot camp class for students who may plan to enter the military after schooling. Now, JV just stands for junior varsity. Varsity being the senior most position in cheer. You usually have to work your way up to the top in cheerleading...unless your especially good like Rose ;) I love reviews guys and will answer any questions or take suggestions if you have any. Also yes, I know that I have a couple typos, spelling, and grammatical errors, but when I get caught up in writing, I don't stop to check, I just get too wrapped up in it and excited to post. thanx so much! Yours truly -Smirk Smitten-

Jasper riffled through his closet, searching for the right outfit. Yesterday had been an interesting day to say the least. All night he had thought about what he wanted to do today. He had written his report on a guy, one he didn't personally know, named David Catcher. An infantry solider. Better to distance himself from the boy and write a good paper, than get caught up in it. Safer for everyone that way. "Ah! At last..." He had found his wrangler jeans. Undoubtedly Alice had had a vision about this and was being polite not saying anything to Jasper this morning, for any word on the subject would discourage him completely. He pulled on the pants and went hunting for a plain white Hanes tee-shirt. Finding anything in this closet was surely the most difficult task he had ever completed. Including learning to resist the temptation of human blood. It was a wonder there was any space in here at all for him, what with Alice's shopping addiction and hoarding tendencies. Once he had the shirt, he grabbed his well worn, brown, cowboy boots. Had the school not had a policy on no hats, he would have donned his cowboy hat too. Lastly he fastened his brown belt with a big silver belt buckle in the shape of Texas, and the rebel flag printed across it. He strolled down stairs taking note that the others had already left, Alice's doing he was sure, and Carlisle and Esme were making themselves sparse. He entered the Garage his eyes scanning over the multitude of cars. At last they came to rest on a dusty, old, grey cover. He tore it off, uncovering the 1969 Ford Ranger pickup that had not seen the sun probably since 1969. Jasper loved the truck, however there wasn't simply enough room for everyone to warrant it's use. He hopped in and cranked the key, Static came across the radio, so Jasper turned the knob to reprogram the station. He set it one one playing Justin Moore's Backwoods. A crooked smirk slowly stretched across his face. He was in high spirits now.

When he pulled in the school parking lot, he was belting out the lyrics. There were a lot of questioning stares and curious feelings. Jasper took a deep breath then exhaled. Forgetting momentarily he wasn't human and didn't need to breathe. He had been forgetting he wasn't human most of this week. Now or never. He got out and most people didn't even try to hide their outright shock. Quiet, emo Jasper Hale Cullen a redneck?

School went by in a blur that day. Jasper couldn't wait to get to ROTC. By the time class started he had already been there for 10 minutes. Today in ROTC they were learning the positions to fire a weapon on the range. Jasper had experience with a gun when he had been human, granted that was a very old gun, and things had been updated a bit since, but Jasper was addicted to the military channel on Discovery. Jasper knew what he was doing despite vampires having no need for guns. The teacher had a senior..and someone with no real military experience, lead the class while he observed. Once the boy was done, they were all to go off on our own and practice the positions/snapping in and getting comfortable with the weapon. The students used blanks for obvious reasons. Jasper went into his kneeling position, his sitting position, prone, standing, etc. The senior came over to him, now mind you he has no idea who Jasper really is or what he had done, and said:

"You'll never hit the target kneeling like that, you're doing it all wrong."

Calmly, Jasper told him

"I think I'll be alright shooting like this, it works for me."

His superior was watching and last thing he wanted to do was mouth off. The senior's reply was:

"Fucking kids don't listen to people who know anything. Listen...Cadet..."

Jasper hated that term..It's Major Jasper Whitlock of the Great Confederate Army to you, school boy.

"I've gone to the range every year with ROTC, you're not in the right position."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jasper was in hysterics now. "YOU? SON DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO? I'M A REAL SOLIDER, I'VE BEEN TO WAR! How about you shut the fuck up, go away, and leave me to do it the right way, AKA - the exact opposite way you taught it."

Jasper usually didn't like obscenities but since he was using them, Jasper might as well too. The boy just stood there, eyes wide. The teacher calmly came over and turned to face the boy.

"Mathews, you talk to your Cadets that way, you shouldn't expect to get much respect. Jasper in this instance he is your superior, and you should give it, regardless if he deserves it or not. Also, you are teaching it wrong, Jasper is doing fine. So you don't really deserve it at all moron."

Mathews turned eight shades of scarlett. Jasper smiled in triumphant satisfaction.

"Now Hale, what's all of this 'Son, I'm a solider and have been to war' nonsense?"

Jasper cringed. Damn, why did he have to go and say that? Jasper had let his temper get away with him.

"I...well...uh...that is to say sir I.."

Just then the bell rang.

"Sorry sir, I've got to be on my way to class, would hate to be tardy!"

Jasper raced out of the room. That was too close. Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'saved by the bell'...now off to his next class...History.