Feeling Smug

'Hey do you both want to stay and watch some telly for a bit?' Sam asked them both. Phil didn't take his eyes off Stuart. He remembered his vow, to protect her and he looked just the sort she needed protecting from.

'Yeah sure.' Stuart grinned at her, staring at her chest. This did not go unnoticed by Phil, and his hatred towards him built up.

'Yeah. I loved to.' Phil smirked, as the grin on Stuart's face disappeared. This was obviously not what he had planned.

All three of them sat on the sofa, Sam sat in between them, having noticed an atmosphere between them. 'Be nice, to him Phil.' She warned him, while Stuart went to get his drink.

'Me?' he looked at her accusingly, widening his puppy dog eyes.

'Yes you!' She playfully slapped his arm.

'When am I not nice?' he laughed, and a smile crept onto her face, which warmed his heart. 'I just don't trust him. He seems a bit creepy. You've only just met him and he's walking around your house like he lives here.' He hissed as Stuart entered the room. Stuart suddenly turned around, laughing saying something about forgetting the ice.

'Phil, I haven't known you long. About two weeks, and we're already really close. You're walking around my house, making yourself at home, and I don't mind. So don't worry about Stuart.' She pulled him into an embrace. 'But, thanks for caring.'

'No problem'. Sam felt safe in his arms. Despite them only becoming friends minutes before, she knew he would always protect her, and she was so grateful. She also felt angry at herself for having deprived herself for so long of this friendship. If she had just got to know him better, they could have had all this, and maybe more, sooner. Phil felt the same. Hating himself for torturing her. He knew there and then, that she was his soul mate, even if she didn't.

Stuart chose just that minute to walk in to the lounge. He was annoyed to see that sleaze with his hands all over Sam. He knew this Phil wasn't her boyfriend because she told him she didn't have one. He had met guys like this Phil before. The local playboy, the womaniser. Guys like him made him sick. He forced himself to grin, and walked further into the room.

'So what we're watching then.' He flopped down on the settee next to Sam.

'How about that new show on channel 4? The one with those two girls who swap jobs.' Sam suggested. Phil shrugged, but Stuart readily agreed, pretending to be thrilled at the thought of watching this show.

After about half an hour of them all sitting awkwardly together. Phil got up and went to the toilet. He took this break as a chance to get his thoughts together. Then walked downstairs and into the lounge. The sight that met his eyes made him physically sick.

There was Stuart, with his tongue down Sam's throat.

He rushed into the room, and pulled Stuart away from Sam. 'Get off her, you jerk!'

'Phil, get off him!' Sam tugged at Phil's shirt begging him to release Stuart.

'Get this maniac off me!' Stuart yelled. He wasn't even defending himself, wanting to make Phil look bad.

'I promised myself I'd let no-one hurt her. So you'd better leave.' Phil glared at him menacingly. He pulled Stuart over the top of the settee, and marched him towards the door.

Sam was horrified. She was deeply touched by Phil's motives. The fact he wanted to protect her, but she didn't need him right now. 'Phil, he's my boyfriend! He's just asked me out, and I said yes!' She tried to tell him gently, regretting it the moment she saw the pain in his eyes.

'Oh. Ok. I'd better go.'

'Yeah. Perhaps you should. She opened the door for him, and turned her back on him while he walked out. Sam couldn't condone what he'd done, but she was still touched, that he would do that for her.

While Phil walked out, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, his eyes filling up, Stuart was looking smug, comforting Sam. It looked like they wouldn't be seeing Phil for a long time- and that was just how he liked it.