Turn down her offer.

"Oh, I don't know," you say. "I'm not sure I like the idea of anyone messing around with my head."

"Oh, come on, Parker. You know you can trust me," she says. Her face takes on a stern expression. "It's for your own good, you know."

"No, I really don't think so. Thanks for the offer, though," you say.

"Well, it's your choice," she says. "Anyway, I'm going to get going. It will be time for dinner by the time I get back as it is..."

"Wait," you say. "Aren't you going to help me?"

"I offered to help you, Parker," she says. "You turned me down. I've got a lot of homework to do, so I'll see you soon, okay? Good luck with your problem."

You escort her out to her car and she gives you a kiss and a hug before driving off. You forlornly return to your room.