No. No- he was wrong. He had to be. Marius was here, and he had shared pop-tarts with her! He had cared and touched her, and they were to leave for his apartment.

"You're a liar!"

Tears ran down her face as Combeferre grabbed on to her. Still, she tried to fight, using her nails as claws against his face and hands, kicking at his shins. Marius, too, joined in the fray, trying to release Eponine from Combeferre's grasp. The fracas only worsened, Marius getting hurt in the confusion. In an unlike-Marius move, he began to retaliate, and the whole thing was really just a huge cluster-fuck, with fists and feet flying everywhere as Eponine cried.

"He could! He could love me!"