[No one has ever said that before. Eponine wants to find him, to fling her arms round him and to hold him tight.
But she can’t. She loves D’Artagnan but part of love is letting him go, right? So she tries the only way she can think of.]

Well, I don’t love you. Or Ororo. You’re a creep, making me move in with you. And Ororo, constantly interfering with me. Go and fuck off together and leave me alone. I’m better off without you.

[Maybe it sounds like sour grapes? Eponine doesn’t care. Her aim is to make him so mad at her that he won’t want to look out for her and he will go and be happy with Ororo.]