The only time I was ever bullied was in third grade elementary. I endured the bullying while class was ongoing (he sat behind me, and flicked my ears) as I did not want to disrupt the teacher.
After class I went out of the door first and waited there. I was so angry tears were actually falling from my face and my classmates kept asking what was wrong. Those who witnessed the ear-flickings told the others and so everyone was informed. I just stood there silently, waiting for the bully to come out.
Well, he wouldn’t come out, so we had this sort of standoff surrounded by my other classmates who teased him about all the theoretical beatings that I would rain upon him. This was funny to my classmates because me actually punching someone is so against my usual personality/behavior.
I just stood there silent, staring at him inside the room. He wouldn’t meet my gaze. He wouldn’t come out of the door.
I eventually got tired waiting, cooled off, and went home.