Because I don't talk much and tend to stay to myself, I got bullied in middle school and high school. In middle school it was mostly one kid in gym class picking on me, so that wasn't too bad.
In high school, it was a different story. I had a bunch of kids picking on me. It was mostly just snide comments here and there, about how "no wonder you have no friends" (though I have friends, of course) and "what a loser, weirdo, etc." If the people kept it up, I confronted them about it and they normally shut up after that. If it was just a one-time thing, I'd just let it pass.
The weirdest thing I got repeatedly picked on for was bringing one of those tiny "pocket umbrellas" to school for when it rained, and then actually using it on campus when it was raining. Basically, using it for its purpose and being prepared. A bunch of people seemed to dislike me for that, for some reason. xD
I'd have things thrown at me at lunch, the worst of which (and the worst I've ever been bullied) were oranges. Thankfully the kids were terrible shots and I only got hit in the back of the leg. I had my back turned, so I couldn't see exactly who did it, but I went to a teacher about it, who then sent me to a guidance counselor. No one claimed to have seen the incident, but the kids threw things at me again another day and I was able to report them. I'm not sure what happened to them, but I was told what they were doing was pretty much a criminal offense. xD
So... Yeah, I was bullied. But I never let it get me down, because I understood anyone who bullied me was doing it to either make themselves feel better, show off, or they didn't understand me and never got to know me. Of course, being "antisocial" goes against the stereotypical vibe of most high school students (that hyper-social attitude), so it was all the result of a clash of two opposites.