"They hate when I'm out and miss dinner," Jiang says with a shrug. There was a reason he and the guys never hung out at his place, really, when his parents were around.

He grabs his weed and bong from his desk and climbs onto the bed with Prokopenko. Casually, he straddles Proko's thighs and takes the beer to take a sip, then focuses on loading the bong.