A/N: Okay, first of all, I'd like to thank all of my reviewers, ESPECIALLY Dark-Supernatural-Angel, who reviews every chapter and has given me great ideas for this chapter. So thank you, this chapter is dedicated to you! Here it is, Chapter 6. This chapter is pretty heavy with Melinda/Chase action, with Chase becoming a creepy stalker. Heh. So, keep reviewing people! I like reviews, reviews keep me writing and updating quicker.

Chase Collins angrily paced the floor of his dorm room; his eyes black with rage. He sat down on his neatly made bed and inhaled sharply, he had known from the minute he had seen her at that bonfire that she was the One. The One the journal had told him about. Chase had found Putnam's journal buried beneath the old Putnam barn; as he read through it, the page that mentioned the Pact caught his eye. At the time, he decided to kill the Covenant before worrying about the Pact, but then he saw HER. And realized that fate had brought them together. So Chase decided to follow her, to make sure was WORTHY enough to be his wife. The moment she had blown up that mirror with a single flick of her hand, any doubts he had had about her were erased from his mind; the next morning, however, when he walked into her dorm room, and she had been rude to him, Chase resolved to win her over, he had HOPED to do that after they went shopping. But then Caleb Danvers entered the picture, and ruined everything! Chase had seen the way the Danvers son had looked at Melinda, and the way she looked at him; when Melinda looked at Chase, all he saw in her eyes was distrust. This made him angry; something else made Chase angry; it had taken all of his self-control not to tackle Caleb right there in that bar, when he saw the two of them dancing together. Chase got up from his bed and walked over to the mirror and smiled; he wanted Melinda Halliwell, and Caleb Danvers aside, Chase Collins ALWAYS got what he wanted.

CHARMED

Melinda looked at her new uniform in distaste. She turned to the side to see her reflection in the mirror, pretty pleased with what she saw. She gathered her hair into a messy ponytail and stood back. Taking a deep breath and grabbed her school stuff and made her way to her first class of the day, not knowing what to expect.

Two Hours Later:

Melinda struggled under the weight of the numerous books in her arms,

"Stupid school, stupid Pact," The witch muttered as she finally reached her locker and was now attempting to open her locker without dropping her books. She took a step back and bumped into something hard, which caused her to jump up and drop all of her books.

"Great." Melinda muttered. "Just great." Glaring, she turned to look at whoever had been standing behind her; she turned to see Chase standing, arms crossed over his chest, smirking at her.

"You dropped your books."He told her, staring at her in that creepy way, that he normally stared at her.

"No shit, Chase." Melinda said, as she bent down to pick up her books, "I wouldn't have even dropped them if you hadn't been standing behind me." She looked up at Chase, only to find he was kneeling down opposite her, helping her pick up her books. "Thanks." She said as she shoved the last book in her locker and slammed the door shut. Chase was leaning up against the lockers,

"Was there something you WANTED Chase?" Melinda asked, warily; it had been a really long day and she really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Caleb had asked her out to dinner tonight, so she had an a few hours to shower and change and maybe, squeeze in a few hours of sleep. Chase was seriously cutting into her time here.

"You don't like me very much do you?" Chase said, staring at her intently.

"Now, what gave you that idea?" She asked sarcastically, folding her arms across her chest and looking up at him. Chase smiled,

"I'd like to change that." He said, leaning down, to look her in the eyes, "Over dinner. Tonight." For a second, Melinda couldn't speak, his startling blue eyes disarming her. Shaking her head to regain her composure, Melinda cleared her throat,

"I can't." She told him, avoiding eye contact. "I have dinner with Caleb tonight." Chase shot her a sad smile,

"Right Caleb." He said, taking a few steps back. "I guess some other time then?" Melinda nodded, relieved that he was going away. Chase smiled at her and walked away. As soon as he had disappeared around the corner, Melinda slid down to the floor and rested her head against her locker, willing her heart rate to go down. Chase had the strangest affect on her, it was worrying really, considering, she was engaged to Caleb.

She pulled out her cellphone and decided to bring in the experts. Scrolling through her phonebook, she found the number she was looking for and dialed,

"Hey, you've reached Coop. I can't pick up the phone right now; I'm busy making people fall in love!" Melinda smiled as she heard her Uncles familiar voice. "So leave a message and I'll try to get back to you." The voicemail beeped, Melinda took a deep breath and began,

"Hey, Uncle Coop, it's me, Melinda. Urm, I'm kinda confused about some stuff and I need your advice, so call me as soon as you can okay? Love you. Bye." Melinda hung up the phone and bent her head down.

"Hey, are you okay?" Melinda looked up to see Tyler looking down at her, concern written all over his face,

"Yeah, I'm fine." Melinda told the boy, trying to convince herself, more than anything that she was okay. Tyler frowned, not convinced; he sat down besides Melinda, placing his gym bag on the floor besides him. Melinda looked up at the youngest son; this was the first time he had spoken more than two words to her since they'd met. Even with the rest of the Covenant, Tyler was quiet. Melinda wondered if there was more to his silence than it seemed,

"You look kinda freaked out." Tyler said quietly. He looked at Melinda's profile, wondering what was going on inside her head, Tyler knew that Caleb was infatuated with her, but Tyler was still not sure if she felt the same way about Caleb. There was something mysterious about her, something she was hiding, Tyler wondered what it was. Melinda turned to look at Tyler,

"Everything's so… DIFFERENT here." She told him quietly. And it was. She missed San Francisco and wished that the Pact had never been mentioned. She missed her family, they were everything to her, and sitting here, she had never felt so ALONE. So lonely. Tyler nodded in understanding. Spenser worked its students harder than most schools. He wasn't as smart as Caleb or Pogue, but he was in the top half of his class, but nobody really cared. His Mother had died when he was a baby and his Dad had died when Tyler had been 15 from Using the Power way too much. Tyler lived in the dorms, and hoped to take over the family business when he graduated. Tyler was alone, and he got the sense that the girl sitting beside him was just as alone as he was.

CHARMED

Later that night, Melinda was getting ready for her date with Caleb when her phone rang,

"Hey Uncle Coop." she answered the phone, walking over to her bed and sitting down on it.

"Hey kiddo!" Coop's voice rang out over the phone. "What's wrong?" Melinda paused, not knowing how to begin,

"Well, I've met my... you know..." Melinda trailed off, not wanting to say that word out loud

"Fiancée?" Coop supplied.

"Yeah," Melinda continued, "And he's great. And I like him, and he likes me, so there's no problem there. But… there's this other guy. When I first saw him, I thought that HE was the one I had to marry, because there was this feeling that I had in my heart that he was the one. But he's not, and I tried to forget about it, but whenever he's around, I get the weirdest feeling, my heart starts beating faster, and-" Melinda broke off. "Are you still there Uncle Coop?"

"Yeah, I'm still there." Coop said. "Okay honey, I was talking to the Elders about what your relationship with your fiancée is supposed to be like, and the feelings you're describing for this other guy, they're the ones you're supposed to be having for your fiancée."

"But… what does THAT mean?" Melinda asked, confused. Coop sighed over the phone,

"I don't know honey. I really don't know. I'll ask your Aunt to look into it okay?" Melinda sighed,

"Okay Uncle Coop, I guess so. Bye."

"Bye sweetie, take care of yourself okay?"

"Yeah, I will. Bye." Melinda hung up the phone and sighed. She checked her watch, and realized that she only had five minutes to get ready for her date. "Shit." She muttered and quickly got ready.

CHARMED

Melinda glanced at Caleb staring at her from across the table,

"What?" She asked. Caleb shook his head and leaned over the table,

"You seem distracted." He noted. Melinda sighed; her talk with her Uncle didn't exactly go over like she'd hoped it would, if anything, it had made her MORE confused.

"I'm sorry," she told Caleb, "I must be like the worst date ever." Caleb laughed,

"No, you're not." He said, his voice dropping an octave, "Not by a long shot." He held her gaze for a while; Melinda blushed and looked down,

"So," she began, trying to change the subject, "Tell me about you." Caleb leaned back in his chair,

"Well, I've lived in Ipswich my whole life, I'm an only child, and…" Caleb paused, "That's about it." He finished with a grin. "What about you?" He asked. "Tell me all about YOU."

"Urm, I was born and raised in San Francisco; I have two older brothers and a bunch of younger cousins. I play the piano and the guitar. I try to sing too. My favourite thing in the whole wide world is my iPod." Melinda finished with a smile.

"So you're a musician then?" Caleb said with a smile on his face, "You know, we have this antique piano at my house that nobody plays anymore. You can come over and play it any time you want." Melinda smiled at him,

"Thanks." Caleb looked down at her wrist and frowned,

"Interesting bracelet." Caleb said, picking up her wrist and examining the charm bracelet. Melinda winced, she had had that charm bracelet since she was 5 and every year, her parents would give her a new charm for the bracelet. But that wasn't the problem, the problem was that the bracelet had a few charms that could raise eyebrows; the Pentagram for example, and of course the Triquetra, a couple of demon hunter friends of her Aunt Billie's had given her a few more occult symbols. Melinda looked up at Caleb, trying to gauge his reaction; his fingers were toying with the Pentagram, his expression was surprisingly neutral.

"My Godmother gave it to me." Melinda lied through her teeth, "She's kind of into that sort of thing." Caleb looked at her,

"Right." He said a small smile on his face. He dropped the bracelet and motioned for the waiter to bring the check. Melinda slumped back in her seat, exhausted from all the lying she had to do.

CHARMED

Caleb stopped the car in front of her dorms, he turned to Melinda,

"So, about Saturday?" He asked.

"What about Saturday?" Melinda smiled at him.

"It's the fall-fest." Melinda smiled,

"Is this you trying to ask me to be your date?" Caleb laughed,

"Is it that obvious?" He asked; Melinda nodded. He smiled, "So will you go with me then?" Melinda pretended to consider,

"Hmm…"

"It's also my birthday on Saturday if it helps." Caleb said, Melinda sucked in a breath; his 18th. How could've she forgotten that?

"I'd love to go with you." She told him, Caleb smiled in relief. Melinda turned to go,

"Wait," He said, grabbing onto her hand. Melinda turned back around, confused. Slowly, Caleb began to move, closer, until their faces were just inches apart. She could feel his breath in her face; he was waiting for her to make the next move. Without thinking, Melinda kissed him. The kiss grew more heated as Caleb let go of her hand to grab her face, Melinda placed her arms around his neck, the sound of her phone ringing brought them both back down to earth. Melinda broke away from Caleb, and looking through her back trying to find the phone, she finally found it and looked down at the caller ID. It was her Aunt Phoebe. She looked up at Caleb,

"I should get this," She said, turning to leave the car, "I'll talk to you later, okay?" Caleb nodded. "Bye." She quickly ran out of the car and ran inside. Once she was inside, she answered her phone,

"Hey Aunt Pheebs. What's up?"

"Hey sweetie, are you okay?" Her aunt's voice was full of concern. Melinda scrunched up her face in confusion, making her way to her dorm room,

"I'm fine, why? Did you have a vision?" Melinda stopped in her tracks, realizing that that could be the only reason why her Aunt would call. Phoebe paused on the other end,

"There's this guy at your school. He's tall, with brown curly hair and really blue eyes. Do you know him?" Melinda was pacing the hallway; her Aunt had just described Chase.

"Yeah, his name is Chase. What about him?"

"How much do you know about him?"

"Not much. He's a transfer student. Kind of a jerk. Why?"

"Listen Melinda, STAY AWAY from him do you understand?" Phoebe's voice was urgent.

"Why, what did you see?"

"I can't tell you. It's something you have to figure out yourself." Melinda rolled her eyes.

"Aunt Pheebs, I can't keep my guard up if I don't know what I'm keeping it up for." Phoebe sighed,

"I know. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't." Melinda had finally reached her dorm room and stood outside it.

"It's okay. I'll talk to you later okay Aunt Pheebs?"

"Take care of yourself honey." Her aunt said as she hung up. Melinda paused for a moment outside her door. She needed to do some more digging on Chase. He was hiding something; she just knew it. And she'd find out exactly what it was.

A/N: So, what did you think? Did I get Chase right? Let me know! And the more reviews I get, the more motivated I am to update faster. So keep reviewing.