The next day, Mon-El groaned as Kara called him up early.
"Why do we have to wake up now?" Mon-El tossed in his bed. Kara sighed, pulling him out of the bed, "Because there's school!"
Mon-El frowned, "Your parents don't homeschool you so you wake up early?"
Kara nodded, "Yes. Now get up or I'm leaving without you."
Mon-El, scared of being left alone (or being away from Kara), jumped out of bed and dashed to the washroom.
"Hey! I was up first!" Kara rammed her fists into the door.
"First come, first serve, Princess!" Mon-El called back.
"Just hurry up!" Kara was pissed.
When Mon-El exited, he wore the finest Daxamite robes, smiling.
"You're wearing that to school?" Kara stifled a laugh. Mon-El shrugged, "This is my casual wear, what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. You'll just be judged as we don't wear anything too "fancy"," Kara said, turning her laugh into a cough.
Mon-El groaned, as he pulled out his more decent clothing, before Kara dashed into the washroom closed the door behind her. She hurriedly washed up, washing her face and brushing her teeth before getting dressed in her usual attire. Mon-El had begun pounding on the door, as Kara opened it to a surprised Mon-El, "You're very fast."
"Habits," Kara shrugged it off as Mon-El took note of what she wore. A knee-length blue dress. Kara noticed the young prince gawking at her so she cleared her throat, "Mon-El?"
He snapped out of his reverie as she signaled to him that the bathroom door was open and that it was vacant. She could have sworn she saw him blush as red as a tomato as he stepped in to change. When he came out, Kara looked him over. He was definitely more presentable. As the two children finally made their way to the dining room, Alura smiled at them, signalling for the meals to be brought out.
"Good morning, Mother, Father. Good morning, Queen Rhea, King Lar Gand," Kara greeted as she pulled her chair out to be seated.
"Good morning, Kara," the four adults chorused, before there was silence as everyone sat there, eating.
It was Queen Rhea that broke the silence, "Kara is a very respectful girl, Alura. Mon-El, learn to be more like Kara, please."
Kara blushed at the compliment, as Alura thanked Rhea gratefully. Mon-El, on the other hand, folded his arms and frowned, "Moooom!"
As Mon-El stuck out his tongue towards his mother, Kara giggled. Upon hearing her voice, Mon-El stopped sharp and mumbled, "Sorry..."
Alura noticed Mon-El's reaction and suspected that it had something to do with her daughter. He seemed upset and looked like he was trying to please Kara. He was trying very hard to make a good impression on her.
"So, Prince Mon-El, I've noticed that you're spending a lot of time with my daughter recently. What do you think of her?" Alura questioned, causing Zor-El's head to jerk up in response.
"Dear, I don't think that's very appropriate to ask our guests," he said through his teeth, so soft that only his wife, who was sitting beside him, could hear.
"Mon-El?" Rhea glanced at her son, who was looking slightly uncomfortable. He shifted about in his seat, and Kara took note, "Mon-El doesn't have to answer that, Mom. We've been hanging out because you told me to give him a tour."
Alura nodded, but Rhea did not seem satisfied, "Mon-El? Who allowed you to address my son using his first name?"
"I allowed her, Mom," Mon-El looked at the Kryptonian girl and flashed her an awkward but bright smile.
She glanced back, grinning at him before quickly turning back towards her mother. She was unsure of what was happening and stared at Queen Rhea, who was making strange gestures at her mother. She did not comprehend what her mother meant by questioning Mon-El about her. She assumed it was normal.
Mon-El was extremely nervous when Alura asked him about Kara. He did not know how to answer the question. He felt so many different things, from awkwardness to wanting to impress her. He had not felt anything like it before.
As Kara finished her meal, she politely asked, "May I be excused, Mother?"
"Yes, you may," Alura said, as Kara hurried down to her room, "Make sure you have everything!"
Mon-El was confused. "Everything"?
Just then, Kara came bounding out of her room, a backpack slung on her shoulders.
"What do you have that for, dear?" Rhea smiled at the young girl. Kara returned the glow, "This is my school bag, with books that I have to bring to school, along with homework."
"Homework? It sounds like work you do at home. Why are you bringing it to school?" Mon-El asked innocently. Kara laughed, but camouflaged it as a giggle, hand over her mouth to not seem rude.
When everyone had finished their meals, Kara realised that she might be late. She quickly rushed out, forgetting to wait for Mon-El. He ran after her, struggling to catch up with her as he gasped for air.
"The Prince of Daxam cannot run?" Kara teased as Mon-El pouted.
"You're cute," Kara giggled, hand caressing his cheek. Mon-El blushed, smiling awkwardly.
At last they reached school, but they ended up fifteen minutes late. The principal smiled at her, agreeing to excuse her this time as she was showing the "frat boy" Prince of Daxam around.
Mon-El looked confused, with a hint of suspicion. They used a translator in the El mansion where everyone could understand each other. However, outside, Mon-El knew little to no Kryptonese. Kara looked him in the eyes, asking, "Are you okay?"
Mon-El looked at her, only understanding "okay". He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't understand!"
Kara turned back her head, grinning at him. Fluently, in Daxamese, she said, "Sorry, I forgot those don't work outside. Our parents signed us up for a class different from my usual schedule. Classroom 29-42. Follow me."
As they walked into the classroom, Mon-El saw some other children who looked very much like Daxamite children. At the sight of him, they scrunched up their noses and avoided his gaze. It didn't take a genius to realise that those were the children they considered "traitors", the children of the Daxamites who were thrown off Daxam or left Daxam for Krypton and welcomed with open arms. Feeling awkward sitting in the same room as his the people he outcast, he chose a seat further from them. Kara, noticing his reaction, used Daxamese to converse with him,"You okay?"
He managed a smile, "Y-yes!"
The Daxamite was so flustered by those beautiful blue eyes that he couldn't control the smile and the blush that had crept to his cheeks. He couldn't help but stutter at the sight of the 13-year-old Kryptonian girl, and despite their young age, Mon-El was convinced that the blonde was his soulmate and future wife.
"Ahem! If I might continue, miss Zor-El," the professor cleared his throat.
The other students giggled, as a slight blush faded onto Kara's cheeks as well, not because she was flustered, but because she was embarrassed.
"This is a class conducted in Daxamese for you all to learn Kryptonese," he said as another professor, a female one walked in. She looked friendly, but Kara knew she was strict with any class she taught, if she was in a bad mood. If they were lucky, she might crack one or two jokes. The aged male professor looked like a grumpy old man, and from what Kara heard from her other peers, he was nice. Too nice, sometimes.
The female professor set her notes at the side, as she signaled at Kara, "I don't recognise you from anywhere, Miss... Zor-El, Kryptonian."
She looked at the attendance, "Zor-El? Then you must have come with Prince Mon-El of Daxam, seeing as you are our leaders' daughter."
Kara nodded, and speaking in Daxamese, she said, "Yes, Ma'am! This is him here."
"Well then, let me just introduce you to your classmates. You already know Kara Zor-El. These are Axel Vok-Rol [Ax-al Voke-Roll], Krem Lax-Fuer [Cram Lax Fur], Nedwelon [Ned-well-on], Hampus Un-Yol [Ham-puss Oon-Yole], Kinneh [Kin-ned] and Qenci [Kenji]. We are your professors. I am Miss Cehry [Cherry] and he is Mister Cillex [Chillax]."
(A/N: These are names I randomly created out of my genius brain. No point Googling. They don't actually exist. The bracketed parts are how you pronounce them.)
"Miss Zor-El, you may do your own things. We will call you up to help us once in a while," Miss Cehry said, as Kara nodded and pulled out a book to read.
"It's your lucky day, Prince! We're doing a recap!" Mon-El heard, wincing at how she spat his title. He had expected the Kryptonians to dislike him, not despise him.
Kara frowned. This was not going to be Mon-El's best day.
-Two hours later-
"Break time!" The teacher said. Kara continued to sit at her place, utterly engrossed in her book. However, at the corner of her eye, she saw Mon-El open his lunchbox before she put the book down and walk to him.
"You're supposed to eat downstairs in the cafeteria," Kara chided him. He frowned, "I don't see you doing that."
"I don't eat so much during first breaks. Usually I grab something during my second break," Kara explained. Mon-El raised his eyebrows, opening his mouth.
"Follow me," Kara cut in before he even opened his mouth.
They walked to the cafeteria. Spotting the gate, Mon-El asked, "We're going home?"
"Nope! It's only been two hours! We can have up to eight hours here at worst! Not counting the non-academic parts!"
"You have to suffer for up to EIGHT HOURS?" Mon-El asked, his voice trembling.
"Kara! Here!" two children, one boy and one girl, waved at Kara.
"Yo! Guys!" Kara smiled at them, taking a seat before she waved Mon-El to sit too. They looked at the Daxamite, "Kara, is this your new boyfriend?"
Kara gently smacked the two children, "Nope. We met yesterday. Plus, I couldn't date him, he's the Prince of Daxam! My mother tasked me to take care of him. Also, I will never get a boyfriend!"
"Uh-huh..." the girl, named Ngetuq [Net-uck], squealed, "but you look so cute together!"
"Enough! Hwedqin [Wed-kin], tell your sister to shut up!" Kara fake-frowned as Mon-El heaved a sigh of disappointment. He didn't want to tell her, but could never live with the guilt of not expressing his feelings.
-Time skip, After school-
"Hi children! How was school?" Alura asked as she spotted the two kids walk into the house. Mon-El looked bored, "Okay, I guess."
"Kara?"
"He spent the whole day slouching, frowning, trudging around the whole school all while complaining," Kara withheld a laugh.
"Mon-El! Did you really?" Rhea yelled.
"Kind... of?" Mon-El looked scared.
"How many times have I told you not to slouch? You'll get a hunchback! Never frown! No one wants to see a grumpy prince who has wrinkles all over his face. You won't look handsome then! Trudging? Walk like a normal person! You'll ruin your walking gait and the shoes I bought for you and you shouldn't complain! That is not how a prince behaves!" Rhea screamed at her son.
"You acted like that at my workplace too, Rhea. You're one to speak. My husband told me Lar Gand was also this way!" Alura argued back.
"Kara, pack what you need for a short trip. Your father and I have something special planned for you and our guests. Show Mon-El if necessary. Rhea, you come with me. Lar Gand is already with Zor-El and the rest of the family is almost ready. Come on," Alura ordered, winking at Kara.
Was she finally going to the place she had been wishing to go at last?