( Outside Siri's mom's hospital,; In the Morning ):;
The Tops members stood outside the hospital, their casual clothes and relaxed demeanor a testament to their down-to-earth nature. Wut, Sak, Wan, Krit, Sut, and Win exchanged irritated glances, their conversation laced with resentment. Each member held a bouquet of flowers, while Wan clutched a medium-sized fruit basket.
"Can you believe we're stuck visiting that annoying boy?" Wut complained, checking his phone for what felt like the hundredth time.
"I know, right?" Sak replied, rolling his eyes. "He's so clueless. If he hadn't interfered, we wouldn't be in this mess."
Krit snorted. "And we wouldn't have to deal with the principal's drama. I mean, who makes students repeat a grade because of one stupid incident?"
The others murmured in agreement, their voices dripping with disdain.
"You know what's even more annoying?" Wan said, crossing her arms. "The Elite always showing up late. Like, can't they even be punctual for once?"
Sut nodded. "Right? It's like they think the world revolves around them or something."
Just then, a sleek black Mercedes, a shiny white Porsche, and a shimmery silver Ferrari pulled up, and The Elite members stepped out, their polished smiles and impeccable style radiating an air of superiority.
Siri, Chan, Vor, Dee, Nun, and Nat looked like they just stepped out of a fashion magazine. The Tops, on the other hand, looked decidedly out of place.
As The Elite members emerged from their luxurious cars, their drivers handed each of them a bouquet of flowers and an expensive-looking fruit basket. Additionally, Chan and Siri each received a huge, ornate fruit basket adorned with gold ribbons and overflowing with exotic fruits.
Wut raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you could have just brought a whole garden."
Chan smirked. "Don't worry, I can buy one for you and your parents. I mean, I don't mind doing a little merit."
The other Elite members burst out laughing at Chan's comment.
Siri giggled. "Oh Chan, you're so generous."
"Yeah, I'm sure the Tops would love a garden from you," Nat added, chuckling.
Wut's face twisted in anger. "I don't need it."
Chan chuckled. "Are you sure? I mean, for someone wearing clothes that are picked out from a thrift store...No quality, so cheap...just like your lives. I think a little merit will help a lot."
The Tops exchanged angry glances, their faces reddening with rage.
"Wow, it's so great to see you guys!" Sak exclaimed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've really missed your annoying faces."
Dee sneered. "Ugh, really?"
"Who wouldn't love a bunch of dumb, spoiled kids?" Wan added, rolling her eyes.
Dee's expression turned icy. "You're just jealous because your parents can't afford to provide enough for themselves, not to talk about spoiling you."
Nat chimed in, his voice laced with condescension. "Right, I really don't want to sound mean, but do you not have any other clothes? I mean, you always seem to be wearing the same shirt every time I see you."
Sak bristled. "Hey, this shirt is fine. And at least we don't look like we're trying too hard to impress everyone."
Nun sneered. "That's because you're not used to having anything nice. You're just a bunch of poor, pathetic kids who can't even afford to take a cab."
The tension escalated, with both groups standing nose-to-nose, their voices rising.
Sak shoved Nat, who stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance.
"You think you're so much better than us?" Sak spat. "But you're just a bunch of spoiled brats!"
Nun recovered quickly, her eyes blazing with anger. "How dare you!" she shrieked, slapping Sak across the face.
The Tops retaliated, with Wut, Krit, and Win jumping into the fray. The Elite members fought back, their designer clothes and perfectly coiffed hair quickly becoming disheveled.
Just as it seemed like the fight was going to escalate further, a security guard rushed over, blowing his whistle.
"Alright, alright, break it up!" he shouted, stepping between the two groups.
The Tops and The Elite members glared at each other, their chests heaving with anger.
The Elite members, still looking confident and poised, began to walk into the hospital, their heads held high.
"Let's go," Chan said, leading the way. "We have more important things to attend to."
The Tops followed closely behind, their faces twisted with anger and resentment.
"This isn't over," Wut muttered,....