This is what school was like for me, almost the entire time, from kindergarten up. I took a lot of beatings, gave a few back. My problem was that I never knew when to shut up. Hell, I still don’t.
If I could talk to this Billy kid, I’d tell him: dude, Google these assholes in a decade. They won’t be there. They will have made no impression at all on the world, or any world that matters. They’ll be gas station attendants and video store clerks well into their thirties, married to ugly, stupid women and burdened with a half dozen ugly, stupid children. They will never leave Fayetteville.
You will win, dude. Eventually.